out of the city.
endless meadow.
the rest in the far
and remains of city sounds
merging into one meandering river
that i came nearby to
hear and observe
before i empty in and out

0000

Water Horizon Mirage

laying down is hot

Flowers With Faces, Stones Have Hearts

SomeDay

Fracture

Face Of Sur & Šenay Kobak_ȶɦɛ ֆɦǟքɛ ɨֆ աɦǟȶ ʏօʊ ɦօʟɖ_Fotograf_19/5/23

bruhhh yeah man there are the first storm clouds of this spring and i got sick in this fucking warm weather i'm trying to do something with like 10% energy it's very tiring man i hope to get better soon i really want to lay in the sun and fuck everything cause i'm fucking tired of this shit so much energy wasted on things that don't matter and that's probably why i got sick

Sunny Sick

Blackbox

A blurry fall, a hit inside
Breathes the trees
Breathes the leaves
Breathes through glass
The water is everywhere
The water goes up
The lights of colourful autumns under winters
Is something darker that comes from whiteness and ness 
Tuesday twelve o clock inside a backpack 
Is dead and green and black brown
Its heart doesnt beat nor the blood runs in its legs further
It cannot escape being grinded between its teeth
The nerve finds its home in cracking

Dont use fists in fists nor fists in fists in fists
So the bird doesnt fly where its warm and
Doesnt have to look inside windows 
Where no-action takes place on Sundays
It would like fresh fruit 
Meanwhile we celebrate Christmas on a frozen lake
Uder the weight of the ice
It cracks and
Theres nothing under it
A fish
Weeds
On your more-eyelids
A cracked fish in traces with traced potatoes, a run on the air, on the breath, on the hands, through the air, through the breath, through the hands, the air, the breath, the hands, upair, upbreath, uphands
Crack
Sotf non silence
The snow falls on the metal rods of shopping carts
And everything stands outside the shop window
As i shout and crack and
Shout and crack and
Shout and crack and
Shout and crack in
Maybes

Cutting The Fog With A Golden Sword

HANG

out of all the dreams
only a few make it physical
and the rest
a hurricane

the storm is taking it's toll
keeps on blowing
until there's no
door

and the whole world
on the doorstep

and there's nowhere
to leave

item box

you're like a birch
i see you from afar
by the old railing
the water's reaching our feet
you remember everything
so i'm not gonna die
head into the wide wolds
with nothing by my side

you're black
and you're white
in the sun
your overwhelming shine
it's so right
you're brighter than the sky

birch

base grid of fluctuating madness
traces, bonds, deaths and auras

Face Of Sur

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