from this sunday: walking along lake constance.
and a poem, from this time, last year:
(coin)cidences
are tossed tangents
of chance,
flocks of relativity
touching the ground
right in front of
your feet
in the shape
of an invisible coin
pick it up and
live, now
or leave it
while you halt + read
live, now
backwards
while the heads
turn to tails
in this velo(city)
called our
life
which is
Leben
in German
and, in any mirror, turns to
Nebel:
fog.
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2 comments:
Such a beautiful poem. The words say just what I need to hear, right now ~
Glad you enjoyed. It was the walk along the lake that made me remember the poem, and so i went looking for it, to bring it back on a page.
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