Day 1353, dare to wonder.
Objects
that we use
are made
for us
~
have often
more
history
complexity
than we
our lives
Day 1352, I hold therefore…
Some heavy force
upon me
connected
a soul
to this living
replaceable
corps
Day 1351, only.
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1350, inner.
My
inside
cries
dines from
the grey
and lusty tones
Day 1349, no luster.
Modern worship
is transparent
like a tree
in winter
~
you can see
the heavens
but
the luster
of summer
and green shade
is gone
Day 1348, leafs.
Leafs
dead and alive
are magical
if you think
about it
~
there are billions
of them
Day 1347, from hard to soft.
I have
these hard lines
that I endlessly
repeat
as to
soften the world
for
my
digestion
Day 1346, sad rain.
What
did people do
when
they where sad
before
there was glass
with
rain seeping down on it
Day 1344, flow.
Sometimes
you need the blood
flow
to your head
to
under-
stand
Day 1343, stare.
Someone’s friend
can look at me
sometimes
as if
I
am there
but not there
Day 1341, looking far ahead.
When I go down
from this height
I slowly loose
the route
I chose
to follow
Day 1336, darknes.
They turned off
their light
~
insight
~
I can’t see
~
just
dark eyes
Day 1326, crossings.
Hope
a glowing bridge
we
create
from the dark parts
in our mind
to
the next day
Day 1302, into the.
I hang
on one
of three lines
into the
~
its a choice
based on
a
gamble
~
I can switch
but why?
Day 1299, joined.
