there are indefinite solutions to a strictly defined problem
there is no solution where there are no restrictions


where there are no corners, no solid things
shadows
methods
get disguised as ideas

a long way
long way

up here
to there
to us to them

tomorrow
is here

hello!

storm

one day it's misty and vague
one day it's clear, all shapes are strongly defined
it puzzles me i cannot make up my mind
who am i

how quickly does it turn into night
the wisdom of the window in silent paths it leads
through the mirror of time
our hands turn into wood and small stuff like
threads and shadows
we swallow the dirt that arises on the fall of water





Mothers cry inside the memory
On the way home we are led into flying
above the earth
we are light and light
and alone

at once
at a glance
all over