Day 1360, left in an angle.
She sat restless
pushed herself
away
ever so slightly
while getting up
Day 1359, restoration.
Endless day’s
we work
with our hands
we lift
the materials
we need
the tools
we use
~
we look
at the old
imagine
the new
we take
away
and give
some back
Day 1358, as if.
I look up
after I closed the door
and in a reflection
I see the sun
showing off
as if nothing happened
Day 1357, paint.
I live
in a tall
wooden house
with high ceilings
where my thoughts float up
and I can’t see
the paint
that protects
Day 1356, fantasy.
I look outside
my window
and see the same
view
as I did
in my fantasy
when I
was young
~
I sometimes wonder
if
I
am
still
a fantasy
Day 1355, moving forwards.
The clouds
are grey
and the hills
nearest
agree
~
soon
the sun will set
and only
the light
planted in the past
will guide
me
through the ever
greyer
Day 1354, obstruction.
Over the years
summer leafs
gather in our mind
and never fall
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.
