Mittwoch, 14. Juli 2010
i watch moon between leaves and hear drums, feel heat
its night still
its endless
i hear cycling clicks in beat like insects passing
like floating
cat goes mad
who is this cat and what is this life of water speaking wind
speaking
season in front of my eyes each day and night
when i watch to meditate
all colours in one into nothing
into me
into past
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anastasia freygang,
into nothing,
paris
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