'There's a desolation in the soul',
I would say, if I would believe in souls,
hiding in pineal glands and weighing
21 grams. But I don't. So I just say
that this landscape in autumnal colours
is seeping into my mind, crossing
the barrier between self and the immediate
world it inhabits. The melting snow
and the raing falling cold, the soaked
dead grass and the dark green moss
covering stones, the silent absence
of songbirds on this spring morning,
I don't know where they would end
and I would begin, brief moments
in meandering time mingling
on their way to emptiness.
02.05.2023
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