When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
Nochrisis
Day 1118, retreat.
Some stand in front
alone
brave
by choice?
Or
did the others
retreat
wisely?
Nochrisis
Day 1111, track.
The track we leave
and go
are for us
ours alone
still
we are
connected with
the ones
thought of
as
left behind
Nochrisis
Day 1094, the airport.
The airport routine
strangers, showing of there own lifes
going away from you, never met
while you stand, still not for them.
Nochrisis
Day 853, wake.
Black depth reflecting at the surface
Of an endless time spent alone
Amongst the noise of the wake
Day 784, breath.
