I know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~
Day 1393, fences.
I see
a lot of barriers
in front of me
~
shall I go left or right
Day 1392, stare.
Sometimes
I see double
and upside
down
~
I say it
twice
to me
and you
~
draped in
deception
a comfortable
cloak
~
these
are the stares
I
sometimes
go
Day 1391, corrosion.
We maintain
for the longest
time
~
that
what we
love
~
why
don’t we love
till the end
of
our time
Day 1390, in my mind.
In the corner
of my mind
I sit
on a desk
~
in front
of me
I have a box
with
several
dials to turn
~
I don’t know
what they do
but
nonetheless
I turn them
and see
what happens
Day 1389, keyhole.
The light
shines
on the door
but doesn’t reach
all the corners
~
I look
for the keyhole
in the darkest
Day 1388, I open.
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1387, sun an rain.
The sun
and rain
fall
together
~
the one
goes slow
the other
fast
~
they
will never meet
but
together
they
paint the sky
Day 1386, my window.
Fast
comes down
the snow
~
till
it stops
when it meets
my window
~
the wind
still moves it
left and right
~
but it is now
on its way
down
slowly
Day 1385, storms.
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1384, peck-oh.
Orange pekoe
two words
before
not in my world
poured
as a black void
~
what else
has no meaning
for me
~
am I now richer
or
pourer
Day 1383, texture.
There is texture
darkness
bright light
hidden in the shadows
Day 1382, staring.
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1381, in line.
We all
stand together
bound
by an outside
force
~
only
the people
looking out
have a chance
to bent
Day 1380, locked.
A leather chest
locked
when it
was put down
~
no key
~
a crowbar
is needed
Day 1379, woven pattern.
