Day 1351, only.
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1350, inner.
My
inside
cries
dines from
the grey
and lusty tones
Day 1349, no luster.
Modern worship
is transparent
like a tree
in winter
~
you can see
the heavens
but
the luster
of summer
and green shade
is gone
Day 1348, leafs.
Leafs
dead and alive
are magical
if you think
about it
~
there are billions
of them
Day 1347, from hard to soft.
I have
these hard lines
that I endlessly
repeat
as to
soften the world
for
my
digestion
Day 1346, sad rain.
What
did people do
when
they where sad
before
there was glass
with
rain seeping down on it
Day 1345, next door.
They grew up
in other
parts
and found
each other
~
build
from the same
in difference
forms
~
they can only
stare
at others
warped
reflections
Day 1344, flow.
Sometimes
you need the blood
flow
to your head
to
under-
stand
Day 1343, stare.
Someone’s friend
can look at me
sometimes
as if
I
am there
but not there
Day 1342, more forgotten.
A roof
the least appreciated
of what our ancestor
invented
~
more forgotten
then what came
from under its protection
~
culture
politics
~
maybe
looking at the stars
is not that bad
Day 1341, looking far ahead.
When I go down
from this height
I slowly loose
the route
I chose
to follow
Day 1340, around.
This massive
rock
slowly tumbles
through space
around the force
that caught
it
~
with no end
in sight
only
for some limited
time
a life
out of these rocks
appreciated
this all
Day 1339, window.
Through a dirty
window
the sun
goes under
several
times
Day 1338, sea.
Standing still
on a beach
only breadth
is
reflecting
in
your mind
Day 1337, digesting.
