lower ceiling than before
when a blue sky presented
us with endless possibilities;
how different we are
today than from yesterday...
how peculiar are the sensations
that we feel... from one
day to the next as it was
all just predetermined;
moments of reflection pour
over our souls like the rain
falling from the sky... today,
yesterday and the two
previous days as well...
it fell down to the ground;
lower and lower
the ceiling becomes as its
precursor of fog descends...
our vision obscured
but not our thoughts
as we all but imagine that
this could be the end;
colorless liquid falls...
reflectimg it origins...
we brace for more while
wanting a little less... and,
somewhere in the middle
we meet as if two long lost
friends were preparing to meet
each other in the face of a crisis.
6 October 2021
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