Time and destiny
two illusions
to replace the fear
of being
slowly pulled
in
to the end
Nochrisis
pictures
Day 1107, meaning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Figuring out
what something is
that is freed from
any meaning
doesn’t feel like
the end
when you don’t
try
Nochrisis
Day 1106, lined up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Lined up patterns
of thought
are tend
to box
us in.
Nochrisis
Day 1105, decent in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror I decent in
has no reflection,
and inside, I stare
at a thousand directions
to see nothing but silence.
Only the cold reminds me.
Nochrisis
Day 1103, looking into.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking into a window
seeing
the darkness
a reflection?
Nochrisis
Day 1102, forgotten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An old house
abandoned
the bench in front
its view
forgotten
Nochrisis
Day 1100, horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The road to freedom
ends
where the horizon
begins.
Nochrisis
Day 1098, reflections.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From afar
you look bright, in red
I come closer
to greet
I can’t see
inside
from up here
through reflections
I see
your former
when we do
meet
Nochrisis
Day 1097, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My room
is silently lit by harsh light,
where I stand naked in front of
reaching for a sign
that someone
opens
my window.
Nochrisis
Day 1091, different.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Nochrisis
Day 1090, couch.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The left side of the couch
is where I stare,
sitting in the middle –
where future meets past
my silence –
of the room.
Nochrisis
Day 1089, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis
Day 1088, out there.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Day 1083, clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shadows slowly take over the last hour of the day
drifting from sea heavy laden clouds come to engulf
and feast on what’s left of the warmth in the valleys.
Nochrisis
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
–
A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
–
Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
Nochrisis
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