
Little reference
when I reached for your closed door
it was not pronounced

Little reference
when I reached for your closed door
it was not pronounced

Do you know that we all read a book
where you know and believe the coming pages
beforehand
all the time
through all the changing endings

I saw my straight line dissolve
when the reflection left your eyes
bending slowly into the darkness behind
I took my eyes off
not out of shame
but so I could reach you
when you kept staring
in me

From day
today I swing
back and forth
myself and movement
hand in hand
the wind in our hair distracts
so pleasant
but still
we don’t know
from what

I wrote long ago
didn't catch letters falling
broke letters not words

I do feel the heat
but get my key to open
it's the not knowing

I tried to lift you
up as a whole but you fight
a drag the end

I hit my head hard
and only facets appear
You're just an outline

Modern horizons
al movement without moving
a note to standing

Majesticly tall
holding only the stale air
a constant echo

I am just looking
for patterns that rhyme for you
says the wordless me

I have walked there
not in time but reflecting
I feel their handshake

Walk where the surge breaks
let the storm be around you
your wet sunglasses

I look at hundreds
of little square outside scenes
afraid to stand there

A conversation
seen in the form and its parts
a visual sound

I see all the lines
going straight for a long while
cornered illusion