We have here
three parts
of
an exterior
~
one part
grew up
and got
cut down
as to
protect
~
the other
is made
out off the soil
and
drains
your sorrow
~
the thinnest
layer
is you
badly maintained
and easily changed
Day 1435, escape.
I found
my freedom
~
but
I
am still
looking
at the same
fence
Day 1434, sunrise.
The sun
was shining brightly
behind
muting clouds
~
and the day
was
an hour away
~
but soon
her warmth
redeemed
~
and shone
upon
to me
Day 1433, open.
I am
open
~
I got
unhinged
Day 1432, inside.
I dreamed
climbing
to the heavens
~
on a structure
that I was
inside
Day 1431, flower
A black
flower
cast
on the ground
picked up
turned around
~
bright
layers
inside
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 1429, stale air.
We all
live motionless
together
~
looking
at the world
behind
stone walls
~
through
windows
we sometimes
open
to let
the stale air
in
or out
Day 1428, turning.
I read the news
in the morning
and feel
the world
turning
~
that
gives me
~
sometimes
~
a beautiful
view
to forget
Day 1427, unclear.
If you
wipe
the window
you look through
clean
~
you will see
the rain
disappear
Day 1426, pain-ting
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1425, disappear.
Don’t stare
to long
at the door
~
it might
slowly
disappear
in the wall
Day 1424, reflection
Looming
from the shadows
~
a reflection
behind bars
~
seeks day light
Day 1423, their own.
A lucent winter
reflects
on the morning
sun
~
the road ahead
empty
but I
don’t
slow down
~
my thoughts
go
their own
way
Day 1422, grey.
With the greyness
of the year
slowness
of time
~
the silence
and calm
~
water
slowly freezes
clouds
moving backwards
~
this winter
is standing
still
Day 1421, line.
We are
on the same
line
~
but
still far
apart
