Day 1431, flower
A black
flower
cast
on the ground
picked up
turned around
~
bright
layers
inside
Day 1430, key.
These doors
in front of me
don’t tell
where they
lead
to
~
maybe
to the other
side
or
a cellar
a loft
storage
~
do I need a key
Day 1429, stale air.
We all
live motionless
together
~
looking
at the world
behind
stone walls
~
through
windows
we sometimes
open
to let
the stale air
in
or out
Day 1428, turning.
I read the news
in the morning
and feel
the world
turning
~
that
gives me
~
sometimes
~
a beautiful
view
to forget
Day 1427, unclear.
If you
wipe
the window
you look through
clean
~
you will see
the rain
disappear
Day 1426, pain-ting
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1425, disappear.
Don’t stare
to long
at the door
~
it might
slowly
disappear
in the wall
Day 1424, reflection
Looming
from the shadows
~
a reflection
behind bars
~
seeks day light
Day 1423, their own.
A lucent winter
reflects
on the morning
sun
~
the road ahead
empty
but I
don’t
slow down
~
my thoughts
go
their own
way
Day 1422, grey.
With the greyness
of the year
slowness
of time
~
the silence
and calm
~
water
slowly freezes
clouds
moving backwards
~
this winter
is standing
still
Day 1421, line.
We are
on the same
line
~
but
still far
apart
Day 1420, opening up.
The old door
is corroded
over the years
~
it’s not
maintained
but
what inside
is still vivid
Day 1419, behind.
The truth
lies
behind the things
you can’t
see
Day 1418, movement.
The distance
is clear
to see
when you’re
moving
what’s
in front of
you
Day 1417, down.
