Day 1318, plastic.
Even a fake flower
will one day
be loved
for its purity
Day 1295, in time.
I see my home
is
frozen in time
when the door opens
and I
step in
side
where my life
waits
for me
Day 1252, web.
Still
face down
arms and legs spread out
touching the air
close to the ground
~
silence
the world is not
Here?
Day 1141, of our time.
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
Day 1134, counting down.
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
Nochrisis
Day 1125, alone in space.
Complex
alone in space
cold
moving air
touches
where I will
grow
Nochrisis
Day 1112, vessels.
I think of
time
colorful memories
fluid
stored
in decaying vessels
for…
Nochrisis
Day 1108, destiny.
Time and destiny
two illusions
to replace the fear
of being
slowly pulled
in
to the end
Nochrisis
Day 1099, stairs up.
A corridor leads
to stairs up
dimly lit
by ancient, incandescent
its filaments
humming
counting down, to their end.
Rushed by the cadence
I feel my way
up
eyes closed
foreseeing the darkness
escaping time
ending.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1069, once upon a time.
When there was nothing, not even time.
Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.
A first quantity quivered, and time waved out
pulling with it all that would exist.
Nochrisis
Day 864, weeds.
When butterflies don’t fly.
Fading away, overwhelmed in lies.
Wings eager, restricted by weeds.
Cracked mud of the soil grades the time.
When butterflies couldn’t fly.
Day 790, waiting.
Stowed away feelings
from dark roots concealed in time
awaiting freedom.
Day 705, Stuck?
On the right it is me, uncombed standing crooked.
Next my wife, good-looking, all dressed up, hair in a bun.
We say goodbye to our memories you see; some parts are blocking the sun.
The sun that gives us warmth is either setting or rising, is this morning or evening?
Are we going to wait, or getting higher or are we just so rooted like the trees you see here?
Day 669, Enjoy the ride.
