Day 1294, inside or out.
It is hard to see
if
these reflections
are
from where I
stand
or if they are
real
Day 1292, ceiling.
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1291, reflection.
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1288, holes.
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1287, dirt.
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1285, death.
Death
on my way
I fear
sometimes
my
imagination
how it
will be
Day 1284, roof.
My roof is old
a tree
is leaning forwards
to test
its strength
Day 1281, expands.
I am carried
by a thousand
extremities
through an endless
expanse
to nowhere
Day 1280, in the distance.
The mountains
I see
far away
have new snow
on their peaks
in thin air
~
while the sun
still shines
~
they tell me
to gather wood
and warm the house
for the coming winter
Day 1279, brother.
My brothers
hidden hand
is
always there
if I
look
Day 1277, fallen.
I am fallen
all ready
but still
on
the run
Day 1274, looking.
When I look up
along side
the structure
going
into the sky
I forget
to
Day 1273, grey.
There is some
nature
reflected
in our structures
Day 1272, shadow.
In my shadows
side
I can
escape
Day 1271, choice.
