
Sometimes the shade
to many lines
will obscure your path
only then
what was once discarded
a welcome distraction
may guide the way

Sometimes the shade
to many lines
will obscure your path
only then
what was once discarded
a welcome distraction
may guide the way

If you look inside
you will see
what’s seen
outside

I will leave instructions
but not where you can find them
a massage received
just after you arrive in this world

The buildings of society are falling over
says the alarmist
with binoculars in its hands
I say
we need more nearsightedness

It’s strange that the clock around the dark corner ticks slower, or are your hands tied?

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.

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.

People who don't know the whole story are often eager to fill in the details with added reasoning for the part they know. For most, having a partial opinion is more important than having no opinion.

I want to get up there
I try to reach the hook
from the crane that is not tall enough.
Is that just hope
stupidity
or both

I lost all of my gauges
but it seems
you don’t need them

To be honest
I only see what's in the distance
but not even that good

I see the tension
especially where it is close to us

I sometimes look down
and get dizzy
from my stance

I know there is one big reason why you don't change
your viewpoint
but what if I start loosening
your reasons

It is easy to see what you miss
not where you lost it

I wish I could open every door
so I could leave my mark behind