The umbilical cord you drag
uncut over the road you go
your future is like your past
no matter the distance
Day 2810, no matter.
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Day 2809, stranded.
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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
Day 2782, old mirror.
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I am looking in an old mirror forgotten stored in the attic where I found it the silver lining underneath my face cracked while seeing myself in a dozen Interrupted facets outlined by dirty decay I move away but I only get smaller though now I can see that it once was all clear. ~ I like the delicate frame of this so familiar this frame with that little bit of dust on it seemingly stuck.
Day 2764, calm.
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Your eyes the pain of a cold reality and a calm disturbance
Day 2752, not always.
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The tension I feel now is played in the future.
We just fear the echo of what has not happened yet.
I like writing these cryptic poems or lines. It is full of meaning for me and holds little meaning for others. I like it because it condenses my thoughts, and the best part is: that maybe I still know what it once meant to me in a future reading, something that does not always happen.
Day 2746, with.
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The past changes
with the mood I play
with yesterday
Day 2715, ugly.
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My ugly head was looking at my stare in your eyes both looking as if we were away
Day 2709, in between.
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In between the trees there is always a straight path a coincident
Day 2695, last thought.
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Are we not all slaves of our last thought
Day 2694, but only.
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I know where this road leads me but only if I start walking it
Day 2693, drama.
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Thoughts are sometimes written in stone I just hope that it is with some drama
Day 2692, tied
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Even a recently tied knot is often hard to untie
Day 2688, kneel.
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I don’t kneel down for you it’s just that I can’t get up anymore
Day 2686, taught us.
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I wondered standing in an ancient landscape if the shape of a mountaintop the recognition the rush we felt of almost home has taught us the love for the shape of our loved ones and the feeling of being home
Day 2685, wander.
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I wonder what drives wander around in me
the one I feel alone in nature
Is it the distance of open pastures
prey at the horizon your food
or are the clouds fleeting over
contrasting in silence the time you no longer feel
is it the contrast between thinking
and not
I wander
Day 2684, follow.
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I ran down the mountain and on my right the trees seem to follow me but it was just an endless row of the same even when I stopped
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