I am thinking about a future
about problems not arrived
about my imagination
that has
maybe it’s all that’s old lying around
reminders of my memory
how to forget
and not
I am thinking
Day 3280, I am.
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Day 3276, me.
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I just like to look at the one that supports me
Day 3275, about nothing.
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Just focus on yourself
is what they say
don’t look behind
secure yourself
wisdom for the ones
who are alone
and dream about nothing
Day 3274, control?
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We talk to each other
turning on and off
feeling control
power
but does it ever end
do we ever turn the other on
is there any power
or are the switches there just
to keep the illusion
of a feeling
of control
alive
Day 3273, politics.
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We all have to come together, they say sometimes.
To stand up against forces going backward or forward too fast or that go nowhere.
But when are there too many together, holding hands, intertwining into a fence?
Do we want to become a fence that, at time, someone else has to cut?
Can you stop when time is unavoidably against you?
Or is there no time in politics?
Day 3272, what am I seeing.
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I see an empty space
it feels empty because something is missing
but not because there was never something
and what I wonder fits
Day 3271, where are we going.
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We all walk in mist
into the mist
used to the closeness
of what we step on
the outlines
of where we think
we are going
Day 3269, want to.
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Some levers you just want to use
to see the effect
even if you know it
Day 3268, can also.
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That what brings you around
can also protect you from impacts
Day 3267, choose.
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Is it the color
is it the crooked
is it the number
is it decay
did you choose
or did the choice choose you
Day 3266, on what.
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The handle only turns itself loose
while the waters drain my empty inside
I keep turning with hope
but should let go
get a grip
on what is loose
Day 3265, to be filed.
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You don’t drown in the darkness of shallow waters.
And while you have not let yourself to be filled in a long time.
You can see all around where your waters were once.
Just enjoy the moving reflection on your darkness whenever the light rises and sets again.
Day 3264, me.
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When you look down at the reflection of the sky in barely frozen water.
I will stay a little longer, till it moves — me.
Day 3262, hands.
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It’s strange that the clock around the dark corner ticks slower, or are your hands tied?
Day 3261, whoever needs direction.
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It is often clear to see that the whole is now in parts.
Too much pressure or a sudden shock is often the reason, and while some of the broken parts move on with some functions intact, others seem to lose their purpose.
These parts will only find purpose in someone else's reinventing hands or might fill a hole in whoever needs direction.
Day 3260, against ideality.
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Abandoned factories are often more interesting than the ones still in use.
For me, it is the activity, the moving parts, and the workers doing their work in silence that I see projected on what is now, old.
I imagine, and what I imagine is often a more refined version of reality, with harmony as its guide.
Reality necessarily rubs against ideality.
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