The Chrome Ozon Layer

January 26, 2020

The chrome ozon layer,

Animated by the oiled inhuman,

Stained with black breath smoke,

And a maze on fingers' tips,

Pulls out the air and cries.

Tell me am I a boy or a girl

Before I happen to their happiness,

Unanimal me into their settledness,

Give up my strange to ridges of reason

And the mathematic fold of the old.

The chrome ozon layer,

Smoke chained to what I once saw,

Sucked on the shine that has lost its sun,

And the mud of newborn fields,

Colours in children and skies.

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