poem
Day 1302, into the.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I hang
on one
of three lines
into the
~
its a choice
based on
a
gamble
~
I can switch
but why?
Day 1301, forms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If I stare
standing up
upwards
at a tree
long enough
~
natures forms
will be slowly
drawn
in to
me
Day 1300, silent.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Death
hangs down
its silent
body
~
waiting
for an other
end
Day 1299, joined.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
two roads
coming together
in me
~
my
past
and
a
past
~
my future depends
on how they are
joined
Day 1298, exhaust.
Day's pictures, Poetry
These massive structures
all around
us
standing on
ancient
bedrock
~
they are dead
till we breath
life
in it
~
this life
at the end
poisons
us
in this confined
interior
Day 1297, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1296, but.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I might
be stronger than you
but
you
tie us together
Day 1295, in time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see my home
is
frozen in time
when the door opens
and I
step in
side
where my life
waits
for me
Day 1294, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It is hard to see
if
these reflections
are
from where I
stand
or if they are
real
Day 1293, facade.
Books, Poetry
In front of
you
I still have
some
colors
on my facade
though the grayness
from inside
is spilling
over
Day 1292, ceiling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1291, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1290, lost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
Nochrisis 