Day 1658, standing still.
Day 1632, your face.
It looks
like I see
your face again
in everything
~
maybe
you disappear
when I open
the door
for a while
~
so you know
you can come in
Day 1615, clear cut.
All the fibers
tore
seamless
in my body
at the same time
~
when you told me
~
it was best
this way
~
a clear cut
and I was
Day 1614, in.
When I look
in the mirror
through your eyes
~
I see the tension
between
Day 1611, looking.
When I sit
and look
like an eagle
~
watching what you do
hiding like a shadow
behind you
~
I search for
my
insecurity
in you
Day 1601, dragged.
I don’t want
to give you cover
no longer
against the rain
~
but I am still
leaving
dragged down
by the forces
that kept me
with you
Day 1591, happy.
In the fourth doorway
is saw you standing
~
I don’t know why
I kept opening
~
but also
stayed behind
~
from this distance
I can’t see
the age
in your eyes
~
and you know
that makes me happy
Day 1542, leave.
A leave
with darkness
and deep feigns
~
feeding itself
from where it all
starts
~
the dark soil
where the past
gets consumed
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 1457, luster.
A white painted door
with faded luster
~
once alluring
in its unseemly frame
~
where the two
never
belonged
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 1323, a thin layer.
Dry air
rain
sunshine
time
attachment
weakens
relation
lost
colours
fall
down
drying out
Day 1278, a square.
It’s still
empty
a space
an empty chair
the sun behind
the stars
still
dim
Day 1267, lines.
From here
I see lines
coming together
in the future
when I wake
on my side
I am not
so sure
Day 1196, blinding.
The light
I see you in
shines from behind
blinding me
when you bend
in the shifting
winds
Nochrisis
