Day 782, floating.
A slow heavy sinking sensation
blue moods blend till fused with black
this last horizon is light.
Day 781, its possible.
To warn our fellow humans
a great effort and collaboration is needed
a sign we can work.
Day 780, see
Guiding lights markers to watch
revealing dangers sunken dreams and hidden cliffs
under a mostly peaceful surface.
Day 779, wind.
The raw movement pushing luring
forwards to an ever changing willing movement
with a distance far away.
Day 778, draw forward.
A lingering day-dream is appearing
slight strokes shades outlines building an awareness
still unaffected black and white.
Day 777, objects.
Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.
Day 776, shielding light.
Stretching a guarding hand out
in silence heavy grounded shielding your calm
from a now silent rage.
Day 775, movement.
A voyage passes my mind
water escapes the horizon stretches in silence
a breeze closes my eyes.
Day 774, home.
Red discolored paint weathered wood
a house and light for countless years
white windows and a view.
Day 773, day at sea.
A calm sea grayish blue
long lines slowly move silently to you
the horizon frames your day.
Day 772, spreading out.
As fungi my thoughts show
beautiful forms with tentacles in my ground
taking over and feeding from.
Day 771, entombed.
Unwillingly trapped behind illusive dividers
the world clearly visible unreachable close by
my flight in-vain pathetic… entombed.
Day 770, take a chance.
From the grey rock spring
an autumn painted tiny shrub shows up
for a chance of life.
Day 769, remember.
