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Dec 2018
Nothing important happened
today, we were Far Out

sitting on a beach terrace - space
sun on me, wind on me, free

experiencing the world and myself
comprehending a gull, its attention

to fried fish, in the blink of an eye
feeling the somersault of the surfer

in the distance in my blood
breathing people in and out

cartwheels through my body
and windmills on the horizon

the moving and changing
in variations of the same, no reason

for sickening emotions
Could I have learned this sooner

could my brain have been different
or wouldn't I have been human then?
Beach tent β€œFar Out” in Zandvoort
Vipassana
For Claudia Artz
Collection "Summer birds"
Zywa
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