Sky of sky, sky of flight, sky of space, pressure and cold, sky without breath, sky of layers that we invade, our particles of What is that?
I want to say emptiness, but it is anything but, there are full clouds until they collide, the contradictions entwined in black night coming down
blackest and lilac space part of it open. That I am thankful for this lack of artificial light.
Circling sensations of being small, insignificant, breathing when I would like to hold my breath, tired of this work, not seeing anything but that above
anything worth seeing, anything worth sensing
poem
Bench Heart
cut-out from a leather jacket
fur visible to predators, chasing a high
Precipitation
phenomena
of
Accelerators
Oscillations
Nervousness ineluctable
looming up irrepressible
presence and parchment
almost completely scattered in a moment. Intolerable desire and urge to continue.
Impenetrable secret, what a lie
Please remain seated, please remain silent. Please button up a black dress, respectable quiet nod. Requested in my emotional every moment, so little is revealed. I cannot. His face of answers and accusations. Warnings between every hair of his dark beard. Destroy the evidence and the past.
Broke a barrier I thought had dissolved itself. Lightly given generally optimistic bulletin, his echo repeated the same. His absolute cannot be disturbed. The effort of rising a demanding bank has worn me out
and I am not half way the pile of corpses. The ones who really do not speak are those who are alive.
Shutting down, shutting up, shutting off, shutting in, shutting closing.
Indecent openness must not be heard,
a threat to reveal us all, the root of ours. So it does not exist as we do not say it?
Disbelief towards such fate. Unapproved, unsolved, unwanted, cannot be done. I refuse.
Gully cradles none
A place of lonely struggle one might think. One can learn how to picture it. How one stands, what is there, the treasure to be found. Is solitude accepted, how far is it my own and a struggle, a part that belongs to everybody. And when the fight ends, it is not in death, but in understanding what one can do and become.
AfterSun
Galaxy Tab Signal white men Now Dove
True Tone Dark Mark Eraser
Summer of love
Do you think tigers go round in circles in bushes?
Oh Sensuela!
Only my irrational need to sense, sensibility and sentences. Slim moments of beauty. Grasping all of them. For those who take pleasure from flesh, pleasures of flesh really so rare, though we seek it constantly to have seconds of thrill. Hold it, keep it, till it has passed so quickly. Another one and another, like drops of something to drink dripping. Something has gone waste, the most of it.
ChouChou tout young fox in the grass jumped in front of me. Nature moment in the suburb. I thought this is why I live, because that fox is so alive.
Long grass, hey, and blue lupines. I saw fast body, big ears and fur of orange.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 