Day 1602, grass.

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the colors are drained

from the world you see

into the abyss

you feel




a grey field of grass

still feels


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


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



I am now


to mother earth



I will never move again

and will stand here

as so many others

to carry

the current


Day 1592, behind it.

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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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