Twelve degrees below zero,
cloudy, twenty-five minutes
to three in the morning,
awake in the landscape
of your life, long vistas
expanding back in time,
but no paths to walk them,
to go travel backwards
from this moment
to those valleys in time's
geography where they still
live and you, half someone
else, half the one you are now,
in this moment being carried
farther and farther from them.
24.01.-02.02.2026
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