Bet

Damaso

Ultraviolence was delimiting
with time I drew a line
the border of the eternal abyss
whips of torment shaped my animal

Don't pay attention and tear if you meet the other
strange fluctuations in the very void
the suspicious smile of the merry-go-round operator
set the world rolling again in frenzy

There's a bet between two for your head
essential product of all their earnings

They calculate indifferently:
I trade life,
I trade death.

They await the explosion of your dynamited tracks
Genesis of the new heavens with private security.

With my eyes in light I unleash illusions
I am a hostage to ordering my own chaos
immense and inverse the universe in me
I am the same library as yesterday, with a different name.

  • Author: Pari4 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2025 08:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: A horse race on the merry-go-round and a pointless bet.
  • Category: Unclassified
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