something resonated
this time more profound than others
what happens at the borders?
from now on there is a long way ahead
under my feet
the ground
sometimes accepts me
around my skin
the room
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| photo Roman Zotter |
nothing is granted
a moment
something I lost
something I missed
something has happened
the bone touched the floor
a moment cold - nothing
unclaiming my territories
erasing my steps
shifting
shifting inside
empty moments
suspending their right to choose
standing fragile, free and disoriented
until the force of harmony drags them along
I need to open a new door
a rupture in the mind
a crack in the flesh
nothing is granted
as things are fresh
each and every fleeting sense affects my standing
from now on there is a long way ahead
m.m. - 2016
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