Day 1602, grass.

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Maybe

the colors are drained

from the world you see

into the abyss

you feel

inside

~

but

a grey field of grass

still feels

green

when you think of it

Day 1601, dragged.

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I don’t want

to give you cover

no longer

against the rain

~

but I am still

leaving

dragged down

by the forces

that kept me

with you

Day 1597, urge.

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The windows

I look through

al look

at the same

~

in the one window

I can see it all

a bit more

from the right

~

in the other

from the left

~

and from the window

in the middle

it all comes straight

towards me

and then I feel

an urge

Day 1596, dangerous.

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They drilled it

in to me

to brace me

for the coming

storms

~

I am now

bound

to mother earth

~

but

I will never move again

and will stand here

as so many others

to carry

the current

predicament

Day 1592, behind it.

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Art

hanging on a wall

~

hiding behind its nakedness

its multitude

are clouds

moved by a current

that sometimes reveals

a ray of light

~

a fleeting inspiration

at times

bottled for a lifetime

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