Handwritten Journals, Old Poem 1
High up here I feel I have
the whole sky in my sights.
I see the watery roads
and the concrete canals.
Some buildings half-built
others left half-torn down.
Greenery speeds past
welcome after the long-stretched winter
The entire duration of the universe
And the whole wide expanse of time
The moment of love
Another mere eternity of fear
This is it
And it is all
the whole sky in my sights.
I see the watery roads
and the concrete canals.
Some buildings half-built
others left half-torn down.
Greenery speeds past
welcome after the long-stretched winter
The entire duration of the universe
And the whole wide expanse of time
The moment of love
Another mere eternity of fear
This is it
And it is all