perhaps time has ceased to spin and there was another pause before the next movement of time express
as a swimmer comes up from the water for a new breath of air
break away eyes from work they are drowning in the endless blue of the sky that was torn out of the window august days
calm and serene shades of blue flowed late-night sky
i live on terms of delivery of reports from and to do lists that need to compact in 24 hours of implementing cross out lived the days of the calendar that hangs on the wall
chronology of diary with its report of large and small victories and defeats
line of time turns into a spiral and on selected intervals more and more reminds Mebius's tape
all approaches to the intermediate final
taste of nonexisting kiss on the lips
i shoot the silence by strings of thought that split up temple
left hand pulls to draw rough lines are crossing and enlivening objects
unfamiliar persons appear on portraits
unfamiliar street are bent their names are hidden