As a traveler
I look
through
a black
and white window
slowly moving
over deep seas
Nochrisis
Day 1215, reaching.
The roots
lay bare
reaching
up.
~
Or down?
Nochrisis
Day 1200, sea.
The chain drags
dead weeds
from the bottom
in the sea
I go to
Nochrisis
Day 1198, opening.
Imperfect
whilst
opening up
as foreplay
for lovers
Nochrisis
Day 1187, still light.
Disconnected floating
away from our roots
down
still light
maybe we land
close
together
Nochrisis
Day 1104, believe.
When people started dividing,
in the cave we never left,
the few in front of us all
where only closer to the shapes
the shadows of what is not
for us all.
Nochrisis
Day 1059, grey-less.
The red stands for blood
that runs through our construct
the black, and white our views.
The red is what we spill
our construct wants to rule
we are, black and white.
Nochris
Day 973, your shadow.
An empty still life
once the bearer of your cloak
casting your shadow.
Day 954, grey.
At low tide, birds feed
and the air and light is grey
time stands still and goes.
Day 902, endless.
Boundless summer bliss
when our time stretched endlessly
etched in a grey past.
Day 876, grey sky.
Grey sky surrounding
the wind propels you forwards
leaving you behind.
Day 868, dreams.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
Day 837, a new web.
One beginning spreads
following a blind bearing
and pay tribute too.
Day 835, around.
A beautiful leaf
A bug’s meal or it might fall
A circular life
Day 833, feelings.
