Bliss – April 2023

Numb to revelation
As colour to the bone
Three glazed layers between us
I am a phantom parasite

Nature’s second act
Is to bury me at night
Next to my clipped wings
A funk too strong for my taste

A single hound
Peril, its only possession
Chews into my dreams
Pumping then parting

The future never speaks
One last fact before death
A freckled caption reads:
“Bliss is sold just once”