Day 1638, clown.

They say some clowns


because they touch


with one hand


while you

only feel it


but some clowns


without knowing

that there is


Day 1636, painful.

I don’t know why

I have to carry

this extra weight


my belt is useless now


for smacking you

in the face

mirror man

Day 1635, bite.

I have a collection

of tiny teeth

that all have

at one day

chewed on me


I picked them up

when I look down


I see no marks

but I think

they are on my back

because there it is

where it hurts

Day 1632, your face.

It looks

like I see

your face again

in everything



you disappear

when I open

the door

for a while


so you know

you can come in

Day 1631, turn.

I see

in front of me

a wall

and a ledge

but I can’t

reach it


I guess

you can see

a better future

from up there


I wonder

why I still


at this grey


Day 1629, HtwoO.

On our way

towards our need


we get distracted

by all the lushness

we see


and only later

do we drink

from the well

in the valley

where we linger

the water

that we need

Day 1627, roads.


to a new place


the hills are different here

the roads familiar


the sun sets now

behind that tree

but also

at the same


Day 1625, wasted time.

I woke up

in a time that stood still



suspended by wires



in mid-air


I woke up

in the afternoon

it was time

to go home

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