Day 1529, who.
A white bridge
spanning a dark
~
crosses me
to a side
~
I don’t know who
I will meet
over there
within me
Day 1528, fog.
Through all the fog
I see
in the morning
~
I walk
still
to the other side
of the bridge
that I don’t see
~
but know
Day 1527, weighted
I throw out
these thin
weighted lines
~
every now
~
and than
I hope to find
a depth
that tells me
if I am climbing up
or down
Day 1526, empty space.
I see trough
or around
what you are made off
Day 1525, to the other.
The road we walk
to the other
is
~
suspended by dreams
searching upwards
to attach a reality
~
it feels real
the end is just
not in sight
Day 1524, out of sight.
Some of my lines
of thought
seem to hover
in my
mid air
~
but maybe
I am just
the middleman
Day 1523, ok.
We pull
on each
the other
we push
~
we lean
with each
the other
way
Day 1522, atmosphere.
A perfect sphere
underneath
the clouds
~
where silence
has a last word
and we listen
Day 1521, links.
I see
these links that formed
illusive at first
through the blinders
~
but look
lean back
and the road followed
is clear
Day 1520, behind.
From some angles
what you know
can disappear
behind a void
Day 1519, before and.
It’s hard to imagine
what I see
~
even afterwards
Day 1518, it seems.
A thin line
that seems
is going nowhere
Day 1517, complicated.
I still follow the lines
that life throws
in front of me
~
maybe
I should have grabbed one
Day 1516, turn on.
The switch to turn on
is not always clear
or in my hand
Day 1515, look.
