
The umbilical cord you drag
uncut over the road you go
your future is like your past
no matter the distance

The umbilical cord you drag
uncut over the road you go
your future is like your past
no matter the distance

In the evening the sea is in a dream
the deserted island you stranded
Is touching your bare feat
The rough sea in the morning
is still calm in the deep
when I wake

52 What others know about us. What we know about ourselves and remember is not as decisive to our life’s happiness as it is believed to be. One day, what others know (or think they know) about us assails us – and then we realize that that is more powerful. It is easier to deal with a bad conscience than a bad reputation.

I like to hang long
my legs hanging dragging me
my fingers slipping

I can just whisk it
the rain away from my mood
but the distortion

I like to sit down sometimes in the frozen grass just looking forwards

My first step sinks in I touch the next carefully it took me over.

Ugly outside selves to display for all to see but not to yourself

I have already forgotten colors that hide the new and old rust

1 22 Purposes in nature. – The impartial investigator who pursues the history of the eye and the forms it has assumed among the lowest creatures, who demonstrates the whole step-by- step evolution of the eye, must arrive at the great conclusion that vision was not the intention behind the creation of the eye, but that vision appeared, rather, after chance had put the apparatus together. A single instance of this kind – and ‘ purposes’ fall away like scales from the eyes!

Somehow you will know a sunset from a sunrise without direction

Close we are drifting the edges that made us gone waiting for a spring

We all came in on different ships, but we’re all in the same boat now.

You turn or press on on what you want or do know and somewhere a light

Your dark silhouette moving away towards me. A disillusion?

In one still moment before we all move again we see reflection