Some levers you just want to use
to see the effect
even if you know it
Day 3269, want to.
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Day 3268, can also.
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That what brings you around
can also protect you from impacts
Day 3267, choose.
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Is it the color
is it the crooked
is it the number
is it decay
did you choose
or did the choice choose you
Day 3266, on what.
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The handle only turns itself loose
while the waters drain my empty inside
I keep turning with hope
but should let go
get a grip
on what is loose
Day 3265, to be filed.
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You don’t drown in the darkness of shallow waters.
And while you have not let yourself to be filled in a long time.
You can see all around where your waters were once.
Just enjoy the moving reflection on your darkness whenever the light rises and sets again.
Day 3264, me.
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When you look down at the reflection of the sky in barely frozen water.
I will stay a little longer, till it moves — me.
Day 3262, hands.
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It’s strange that the clock around the dark corner ticks slower, or are your hands tied?
Day 3261, whoever needs direction.
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It is often clear to see that the whole is now in parts.
Too much pressure or a sudden shock is often the reason, and while some of the broken parts move on with some functions intact, others seem to lose their purpose.
These parts will only find purpose in someone else's reinventing hands or might fill a hole in whoever needs direction.
Day 3260, against ideality.
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Abandoned factories are often more interesting than the ones still in use.
For me, it is the activity, the moving parts, and the workers doing their work in silence that I see projected on what is now, old.
I imagine, and what I imagine is often a more refined version of reality, with harmony as its guide.
Reality necessarily rubs against ideality.
Day 3259, time is changing?
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I built it all by myself, satisfied. It was finished, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t.
Time passes by; time is nothing when we are not around, but in silence, it stops where you are, and without effort, it will reverse where you ended, where you were satisfied.
Why do we fight time? Is it because we have none?
Day 3258, I will wait.
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I walked a road tomorrow, and there was no one.
But it was an emptiness, the kind that hides a void where someone belongs.
Something should be there waiting for me, on the side of that road
Even if it is just a wish, I will wait tomorrow.
Day 3257, that room.
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I remember that high lookout from where I had an overview of the room that was my life.
Heavy freight I lifted and moved over obstacles from up there.
I sometimes look back at that memory and see the old stairs going up, remembering all those times when I was looking down and to the other side of the hall where my future slowly grew.
I wish it were safe to go up there now, all these years later, and see where my future ended by the time I left that room.
Day 3253, if I choose.
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I don’t know if I choose to
look through small and narrow windows
or prefer the wider view from my living room
either way
I will have my routines
after I have moved
again
Day 3253, questions.
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Is individuality blending in
with yourself within
or to stand out
with your inside
outside
what do we express
when we express
Day 3252, do you.
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I hope you understand
where I stand
without standing here
where I stand
Day 3251, for me.
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I don’t have to look too hard
to see that I will never fit
through the door you opened for me
I have to bow down
or go on my knees
for you
but to be honest
I would do it for me.
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