Death
hangs down
its silent
body
~
Day 1299, joined.
There are
two roads
coming together
in me
~
my
past
and
a
past
~
my future depends
on how they are
joined
Day 1298, exhaust.
These massive structures
all around
us
standing on
ancient
bedrock
~
they are dead
till we breath
life
in it
~
this life
at the end
poisons
us
in this confined
interior
Day 1297, thoughts.
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1296, but.
I might
be stronger than you
but
you
tie us together
Day 1295, in time.
I see my home
is
frozen in time
when the door opens
and I
step in
side
where my life
waits
for me
Day 1294, inside or out.
It is hard to see
if
these reflections
are
from where I
stand
or if they are
real
Day 1293, facade.
In front of
you
I still have
some
colors
on my facade
though the grayness
from inside
is spilling
over
Day 1292, ceiling.
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1291, reflection.
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1290, lost.
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1289, waterline walk.
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1288, holes.
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1287, dirt.
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1286, dark brown.
From behind
my window
I can see
~
Autumn colors change
dark green
yellow
orange
a wind of change
dark brown
black
~
the end
Day 1285, death.
