that i may return to the something greater
that i was a part of many years ago
and my flesh will become nothing
and my soul, everything
and this will happen
all at once

I sit outside more often,
Taking notice of everything
That I feel like I hadn't seen before.
The sun on my skin feels so different.
The birds sing a different song.
The grass looks a bit more green
And until now I never watched
A flower bloom.

White with touch of pink
A sea of flowers en masse
Cherry blossoms joy

The window is a mirror,
I am the pregnant charcoal sky,
Gazing out I see within,
Through the self- and self-reflexive lie,
That I am I am I,
Drops away, cool and clear and as winter near,
The truth precipitates,
The year's first snow accumulates,
Tossed by winds across the sky, vast and open as my mind,
In which is I,
In which is I forever going blind.

The doctor wavers,

he sighs and looks through me, so --


I already know.

I suspect a cow

in the meadow at night, there --


the black spots that move.