Day 1667, noone.

The light and lingering rain

gives my mood

a muted tone

of afternoon and autumn


while I wander

in this light

I lookup

to an old window


and a thought

appreciating the mood

asks me:


does the window

fulfill its role

of bringing in light

in an abandoned house

Day 1666, fall.

For a few days in nature

a colorful festival

celebrates the end

of growth and feast


and we


in awe we forget

to celebrate

our own

Day 1071, unanswered question.

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At night, dark moods like figures wake

to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.

Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.  

My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.

The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.

My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.

What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.

An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?


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