walk

that way…

which one…?

 

the one marked out,

a pool of

countless streets

that I in

nights of searching

have walked through

have suffered through…

 

on whose edges

people

would

jump me

approached me

others

turned away

waiting

for that

imaginary

right moment

of an appointment

which never happened

yet makes way

for the moment

 

but it knows

no rules

levelling out

its floor

before chasms

that would have fooled myself earlier

yet today

are starting points

for going on

 

where all time in this world

is at my feet

and hurry

momentarily

turns into

a tacit of

my existence…

 

a complacent bunch

of quiet

which i will find

when

once again

a died a

death

in life

 

….is it worry…

this caring

for the

sprigs of

time growing back?!?