Day 1403, alone.
There
are many islands
I
will never see
~
but
I have been
on one
so
I know
how it feels
Day 1402, and a few windows.
We dream
of a tower
like it’s
our mind
with
no corners to break
~
your song
~
and
the only way
in
is from
below
a thousand stairs
down
Day 1376, empty chair.
In a darkened room
with
empty chairs
I see a man
~
sitting
~
is he the last
going out
or
the first
coming in
Day 1338, sea.
Standing still
on a beach
only breadth
is
reflecting
in
your mind
Day 1310, door.
The door
to my house
is
disappearing
into
the end
Day 1278, a square.
It’s still
empty
a space
an empty chair
the sun behind
the stars
still
dim
Day 1269, where.
