Day 868, dreams.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
Day 849, seed.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
Day 843, dark flower.
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
Day 840, fall.
A flower decays
and appearing in free fall
now life disappears.
Day 838, transition.
Between two natures
gaining closure losing now
a new transition.
Day 826, reality.
Towards the outside of my awareness.
The transition is veiled.
Reality and imagery are tangled.
The world stops out there.
Day 820, liftoff.
Bustling factory
impregnated multitudes
wanting to liftoff.
Day 809, pursuit.
