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Zywa Aug 7
I don't tolerate

distortion -- sound, face, or thought,


I straighten it out.
Dagboekroman "Allesverpletterende - Faxen aan Ger #3" (Diary-novel "All-crushing - Faxing to Ger #3", November 19th, 1998, published 2019, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Zywa May 24
Blocks on the carpet:

messy, but very precise –


any way they lie.
"Buiten beeld" ("Out of the picture", 2014, K. Schippers)

Collection "Appearances"
Zywa May 23
The harbour: the quays


are like a flat sea, the ships --



are walls of iron.
"De haven" ("The harbour", 1952, Hans Andreus) --- Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 40s and 50s"
i read
an article
on self-realisation
today
about how
we are an echo
of the universe
and how
we can use
that awareness
to unlock
   our greatness

it stated that
an echo
is merely
a vibration
bouncing
from point
   to point
across an expanse
it explained that
all objects
throughout the universe
pulsate
   with energy
and
that all objects
are a manifestation
of energy;
therefore
we are
nothing more
than clusters
   of energy
vibrating
bouncing
ricocheting
through space
and time

over time
echoes weaken
and fade
into nothingness
returning to
the universe's preferred
state of equilibrium
that cosmic balance
between order
   and chaos
which existed
long before
our disturbance
and will surely
return again

the article
was meant to be
an aid for
practicing
   inner peace
but it seems
i may have
missed
   the point
Zywa Mar 27
People are order,

domes overarching the world --


head to head apart.
The introduction -- Faxing to Ger, July 2nd-7th, 1997 (2017, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Zywa Jan 28
I'm fine, I clean up

broken pieces, quickly I --


look outside again.
"Doordeweeks" ("On weekdays", 2017, Mustafa Kör)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Deep Dec 2021
Elders shall live
to fan the brewing worry,

"Who is next in line?"

Old Granny lives
and we're chill
it's her turn!

But does death descend
in an order?
I've realised that I have taken life too seriously. So, I delved into absurdist thought. The idea is so fascinating. There's no meaning to this life, to this universe, to this reality of ours. And the protagonist is going insane, trying to find a meaning to this meaningless existence, toying between societal perception and individual perception. In the entirety of his/her journey, he/she meets a variety of people, engages in crazy doings, takes the unwalked path, develops a purpose to prolong this mundane existence, eventually leaves it and drowns in melancholy, haphazardly moves to another purpose, then another, at some point maybe religion, then back to reality, unleashes  creativity in the most disdain places, unleashes creativity in the most affluent places, moves to social work, gives out opinions on social realities, and fantasy(utopian society), finally commits to a normal job, earns well, gets married, most likely has children, gives love to them and dies, probably peacefully.
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