as eyes seize it
new year’s eve
from over the hill
ships’ hooters
season of graphs and unwellfullness
the pinkiest dawn
asked me is the world on fire
it opened my eyes
get on with it will you
no bright spots
wherever you look
only dark corners
so much bomb dust
obscuring the moon
and no aurora
there’s no hope anymore
cracked tea cup
the river in the snow
melts upon my lips
every day
walking down for my sea swim
a pebble catches my eye
travel no further for you have arrived
chanting
as the sun goes down
red candles
old age locating a hankie in your pocket is like climbing everest
