If you look

~

at what you perceive

~

from the right angle

and height

~

it will

align

~

but

be sure

to stand still

I see clouds

floating

above the roof

I lie

under

~

they seem so close

and far away

~

I ask myself

staring upwards

~

do I want to be closer

to those clouds

or the roof

Our energy

seemingly

comes

from the same source

~

the wall

we stand against

~

ignoring

the fusillades

we look

the other way

~

and sometimes

we meet

each other

Sometimes you see

what it is not

~

the emptiness

filled

by a willing mind

This line

that I am holding

is choking me

~

and when the wind

tides

and waves

play their game

~

I realize

that this will

prolongs

this lines

grip

on me

I like the pictures

you paint for me

~

but I am curious

about the one

you partially hide

~

you know

~

a hint

of a veil

makes you wonder

of what it is

or not

There is this crossing

that I go back to

whenever I am hungry

~

I will sit in the grass

besides these grey

pillars

and look to the other side

where I have been

just came from

and want to go to

~

somewhere in the middle

of this passage

I can look far

for a moment

at the horizon

and I feel

complete

~

but I like to sit here

still

in the grass

to

besides these grey

pillars