well
instead of
an object
I look
at a / place
[…]
quiet
for a while…
no name
no / name
[…] I thought
we could stay
like this
in harmony
with what / has
no name
sleep
no memory
no personal
memory
[…]
where did it
come from ?
nothing missing
almost / nothing
[…]
and
the air
is not innocent
I am / with them
and still
not
/ not
[…]
huge / distance
[…] it’s necessary
yes
I want to reach
what / was
expected
small gestures
[…]
ordinary / yes
ordinary
toward
a wandering mind
in the dark
/ dark
something
/ grows
[…]
[…] one day
there was
agitation
what was it / really
no
not at all
not at all
[…]
who would I bring
back ?
a few friends
and / then…
divine
or chance /
I don’t know […]
let’s stay
careful
submission
[…]
routes I still / take
by habit
the body
decides first
and
I follow
[…] and / the world
stays as / it was
untouched
by / my choosing
I have / learned
I have learned
to / pause
not lost
not lost / yet
I don’t / remember
how / it began
I feel it
[…]
more than / I say
somewhere
some / where
I stay because
I cannot name it
[…]
something is
off
there was
a time
before / this
[…]
I give in
it is not good
[…]
like endless
waves /
dogs running through
the narrow alleys
of the / old city
[…]
his expression
always /
deliberately
different
in so many ways
[…]
in every man
there must / be
the capacity / to
respond
the questioning
was exhausting
a staggering
distance
[…]
a time / of rest
exquisite…
a marvelous
amplification
[…]
was it
impossible
completely
impossible
for someone / who
wants to remain
at a distance
in the dark
the present
is carried forward
without enthusiasm
but / with care
what of passion
when / it suddenly appears
some words
move / sideways
I notice
how certain words
are avoided
[…]
should I shout
loudly that
to speak less may
not be silence
but / a gesture
of remaining
unnoticed
decisions
arrive / late
already framed
elsewhere
what was shared
now handled
one by one
doubtfully
[…]
what was / familiar
slowly demands
attention
we learn slowly
to live inside
hesitation
as / if it were
a form / of shelter
[…]
to call it home
still happens / but
with a pause
before the word
[…]
statements
what I saw
folded itself /
becoming
other
[…]
by repetition
not / belief
days pass intact
while something
thins /
words are spoken
carefully / and
silence remains
as a skill /
words
can break
in / an instant
for the tiny mosquito
the future
appears / briefly
just long enough
to withdraw / again
shadows
what holds
this place together
seems / to be
the repetition
[…]
my / belief
a pause
to think of
a magic / formula
quietly
with restraint
as if / it might fade
[…]
words
with no / center
of gravity
[…] words
can be beautiful
very / beautiful
and sometimes
unexpected
almost / a choice
not this
not that
[…]
sometimes
walking
the everyday path
I think that
working hard
does not require
much courage
[…]
two equal / doubts
a path
splitting
then
splitting / again
voices
[…]
my feeling persists
that / something
essential
has already been
decided / not far
[…]
let’s / watch
the shiny / day
[…]