Day 1603, patterns.
Some patterns
I think
are making me
~
dizzy
~
when I look at
them
Day 1602, grass.
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.
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 1600, illuminate.
The otherworldly
shines
above all
in the shadows
of time
~
but it doesn’t
illuminate
Day 1599, stares.
I stare at the lever
it stares back
~
I want to grasp
and turn
it
~
but I like
the limbo
Day 1598, broken.
The broken rope
haunts me
~
your failure
my guilt
~
my fear
your reality
~
I will try
to hide the rope
Day 1597, urge.
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.
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 1595, in the middle.
I stand
in the middle
of all of this
~
because
I think
thrust
from all sides
puts me here
Day 1594, flickering.
Its just
the shadows and light
that play
with my mind
~
there is a solid floor
I know that
~
but still
~
I stand
Day 1593, still live.
It just stood still
for a second
~
and I wondered
what is going on here
~
and then
it moved again
Day 1592, behind it.
