Image:
Iso-mandala No. 256 (27th December 2020)
where
little by little luminosity
turns
every head towards grandeur
where
even false starts are true starts
the
habit of a serenade
and
steps forward carry
irresistible
questions of us
good
afternoon
certainties
of sameness
somebody
watching
natural
breakthroughs
galling
setbacks
the
limits of everything possible
micromanaging
of the present tense
nevertheless
contrariwise
what
was once intended looks different
our
disappointments left on the shelf
good
evening
resumes
our reflections
a
lifetime won’t let us forget
reflects
our resignation
arranges
the handful of answers
this
single day has offered for free
whatever
the outcome
suppertime
restitutions
leave
it that way for now
good
night
collects
lost thoughts
best
thoughts with least thought
into
last thoughts
never
feels quite final
the
hidden galaxy of our own city
windows
stars in the darkness
over
the hills and far
dreaming
unwritten limitless

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