.One.Big.Logical.Whole.
I walk with an unknown goal
Overhere
Everybody around me is involved with me
They look at me
Devoutly, scarily, with awe, respectfully
Or they look away
Skittish, scarily
I walk, straight, slim, grand
Pass them
And through the city
I don’t feel the weather
But know a merciless hail storm is torturing my face
I don’t feel it
I walk towards The Goal.
I know I have to go There
People from the Middle Ages lead me towards it
Caricatures
Often bird like persons
Races, sexes, outer appearances are totally irrelevant
I look straight through them
See them
Know them
And all connections with everything surrounding them
Arrived at The Place, it happens
The Sign
It happens again
On moment I want it
Need it
It is back
Or
It never left
Goose Bumps
I am not alone
That is all I know for now
And that
The earth moves
Everything moves
And it all fits
It is
One
Big
Logical
Whole
One hour before curfew It is the year 2021 A late January evening I am supboarding on the flat waters Of the medieval canals And see my city In all its beauty Enough people walk by But never more than two persons And I am floating In these bridge galaxies (hard to explain 😆 ) While I am doing this Noises are dimmed Curfew time is approaching All the lights in the houses are lit Everyone is home To the satisfactory of my curiosity And I sense something different And it is beautiful And sad For When I am paddling back To my home I experience That my town Is dying In All Its Beauty
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