Nature stares at you when your eyes are to heavy it wants to eat you
Day 2403, dinner.
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Day 2401, reflection.
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I walked outside between grey skies and the street and thoughtful windows
Day 2400, mirror.
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Your dark tired eyes stared from everywhere in the room until the lights went
Day 2399, last stare.
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Is this my last stare? End of my new beginning. What brings tomorrow?
Day 2398, dying thoughts.
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A kernel of truth at the end of dying thoughts a prolongation
Nochrisis
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book 1
66 Capacity for visions. –Throughout the whole Middle Ages, the actual and decisive sign of the highest humanity was that one was capable of visions – that is to say, of a profound mental disturbance! And the objective of medieval prescriptions for the life of all higher natures (thereligiosi) was at bottom to make one capable of visions! It is thus no wonder that an over-estimation of the half-mad, the fantastic, the fanatical- of so-called men of genius- should have spilled over into our time; ‘they have seen things that others do not see’ – precisely! and this should make us cautious towards them, not credulous!
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Day 2343, the future.
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I see a light hue Looking into the distance mimicking green grass
Day 2067, valleys.
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Dark sloping edges
where the sun heats the valleys
and mist slowly moves
Day 1964, upon.
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My little fly brain
has stumbled upon a spot
I did wonder why
Day 1963, white dress.
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Curious wander
to where the sun is closest
wearing a white dress
Day 1962, the wind.
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Accomplished and lost
through the wind you now let go
your new next summer
Day 1961, branch
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All is colorful
from the branch that is hidden
anonymously
Day 1960, breeze.
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A brown furry bee
luring nectar and pollen
not lost in the breeze
Day 1959, distant.
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The distant flowers
behind you in morning light
a painted being
Day 1489, leave.
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Colorful
at the end
she whirled
to a welcoming
ground
~
in a quiet
corner
her life
moved away
~
at the end
of this winter
a thought
and her cage
where left
~
all
alone
Day 1479, slide.
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Rain over the bridge
and still sticks on my window
sliding slow sideways
Day 1478, 55.
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Nochrisis 