I have
these hard lines
that I endlessly
repeat
as to
soften the world
for
my
digestion
hard
Day 1311, yellow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sky is gray
above my yellow house
~
inside I go down
to be closer to the fire
~
and listen to its songs
Day 1150, life on a blue planet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Cold hard surface
clear colorful life
clinging moving tide
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 