Tiveden, March 2019

fallen hopes not so troubled by the silence even awful notes will pass and bend somehow allowing jazz to form new song

the silences beyond them even fantasies i held on to for years can come to be forgiven

how broken is a promise after woken focus chooses to forget when the ray of winter sunbeam lights the floating dust there i come into contact with the space and all that there will pass a grace reminds me of the textures the tones, the layers, the mess. there I recognise something revealed I stand to face my most dangerous delusion turbd out, not based in ideals but in the absence of attentiveness

there it is, facing me, steps to better views, keys to witness hidden realities

So caught up (and)

excluded from my existence

and in there, i see that skepticism a protective mechanism armour in the way of my breathing skin and i notice the war is between lovers and again i remember to dream but to dream knowing that these never compare to the generous surprises of an untamed now a reconciliation with the silence and all this ephemeral creation the silence

surrounds