we shall test once this ‘nothing is coincidental’ bias to sense all senses as if not ours to fill a bucket full of thoughts as if not ours to place the body temporarily in a tree as if not ours
and connect these lines to a wireframe as the collaborative work of the ingenious director and the engineer both of which staged their dream as one complete piece not longer than all that could be perceived in one lifetime
“so much work oh so much work still to be done …” s/he said in the meantime
yet 5 minutes should just be enough for that ...resolution without wondering and complaint
you know what to do you walk the path like a tailor sleeping and waking up working on one garment just tagged as life
tailor that will sleep and wake up until the garment is unpatched so they will disappear all together a garment that makes one invisible when cycles are dropped
when autumn leaves shower to show off what they can do for me -jubilantly as I pass because I pass I hear the twithoo of the nobly circling wild bird resonating from far aways and depths of the valleys that are known so well to both of us one of us though forgets sometimes:)
She the bird of wisdom is there to remind me of who I truly am once again patiently by the sharpness of the sound that contours the visibility of the thick mist as friendly monsters of childhood dreams
and I look up
Sky is while you would be reading these lines
No you can’t disprove me nothing is coincidental but I still like to play the coward sometimes and incidentally ;) hide under the safe blanket of your poetry making it a patchy garment of you and me that will be dropped someday non coincidentally for one love only