Day 1617, lines.
Day 1495, far above.
Standing up
hungry
staring at the sky
I slowly see
emerging
stars
far above
my horizon
Day 1468, red.
A red glow scatters
and the earth keeps on turning
beautiful, it was
Day 1446, distance.
What’s near me
seems
sharper
~
but
in the distance
I look colorful
Day 1430, key.
These doors
in front of me
don’t tell
where they
lead
to
~
maybe
to the other
side
or
a cellar
a loft
storage
~
do I need a key
Day 1427, unclear.
If you
wipe
the window
you look through
clean
~
you will see
the rain
disappear
Day 1425, disappear.
Don’t stare
to long
at the door
~
it might
slowly
disappear
in the wall
Day 1418, movement.
The distance
is clear
to see
when you’re
moving
what’s
in front of
you
Day 1412, memories.
Looking back
from where
I go
to where
I walked
~
I see
my trace
like in
the snow
~
and like the snow
rain and sun
will take away
my memory
Day 1410, I handle.
To unlock
this door
~
I need
to be
~
on the other
side
Day 1397, fingers.
Fill your canvas
with
your fingers
some red
yellow
green
blue
and
no direction
~
and then
~
the day
will
not start
till it is tomorrow
Day 1395, work.
I don’t
put
any animals
on
my boat
~
but
it will still
save me
Day 1382, staring.
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1361, overwhelming.
Its light
and dark
looking
from where I sit
pulling at a horizon
that doesn’t want to
get closer
Day 1355, moving forwards.
The clouds
are grey
and the hills
nearest
agree
~
soon
the sun will set
and only
the light
planted in the past
will guide
me
through the ever
greyer
Day 1329, a sign.
