The forest stands black in
the gray light of the early evening -
of what would have been late
afternoon two days ago; black
trees, merged, against white
snow, white clouds, the world
made simple in colours. Yet
here is the mind making
complex things, complex
problems out of this profound
simplicity, everything it sees
and runs through its brains
overcast with a lifetime
of knowledge and delusion.
01.04.2024
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