Day 1260, landing.
A last
distorted landing
wondering aimlessly
~
picking up a scent
of where to die
Day 1227, view point
Where life breaks
a viewpoint
arrives
and the wind
goes on
Nochrisis
Day 1222, sweet.
A warm day
and
I fly
hang on
to this sweet
nectar
Nochrisis
Day 1221, I try.
A
little nightmare
stares
when I wake up
~
it
does not move
me
but I try
Day 1209, deep.
In my sleep
I sometimes
wonder
deep
in old forests
among the lizards
and wizards
Nochrisis
Day 1207, pastel.
Pastel eyes
a highlighted
background
to
not see
a world
Nochrisis
Day 1203, light.
The light
from above
hides
what’s underneath
the surface
Nochrisis
Day 1201, pollen.
While walking
back
my fingers
graze in fields
filed
with bright white flowers
grown
in memory
pollinating
each next step
Nochrisis
