Day 1405, one.
From deep
down
the darkest
caves
~
smoke
from baking
bread
and culture
~
spread
through the air
seeping
into all
our pores
Day 1404, cloak.
Rage
is a thin
red
line
~
with
black
on both
sides
Day 1403, alone.
There
are many islands
I
will never see
~
but
I have been
on one
so
I know
how it feels
Day 1402, and a few windows.
We dream
of a tower
like it’s
our mind
with
no corners to break
~
your song
~
and
the only way
in
is from
below
a thousand stairs
down
Day 1401, shedding.
Slowly
our colourful
protection
sheds
~
it cast
some shadows
and falls
away
~
what lefts
is raw
but
hasn’t seen
the light
for many
days
Day 1400, overview.
I don’t think
there is anyone
that knows
what you see
~
but it is
in our nature
to imagine
Day 1399, nut case.
I
can slowly
wind down
or
force
myself up
~
I am screwed
Day 1398, led.
it’s grey
outside
~
and the wind
led
the rain
over my window
~
where
it normally
gets wiped
Day 1397, fingers.
Fill your canvas
with
your fingers
some red
yellow
green
blue
and
no direction
~
and then
~
the day
will
not start
till it is tomorrow
Day 1396, room to grow.
An empty mind
makes nice echo’s
Day 1395, work.
I don’t
put
any animals
on
my boat
~
but
it will still
save me
Day 1394, separetly.
I know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~
separately
~
but
together
Day 1393, fences.
I see
a lot of barriers
in front of me
~
shall I go left or right
Day 1392, stare.
Sometimes
I see double
and upside
down
~
I say it
twice
to me
and you
~
draped in
deception
a comfortable
cloak
~
these
are the stares
I
sometimes
go
Day 1391, corrosion.
