if you were
to enter my flat
in this moment, you’d
see me lying
on the green yoga mat, eyes
closed, calm
as the small buddha
on the small shelf and maybe
you’d see how my hands
move from my belly
upwards and how my breath
gets calmer but
you’d be long gone
when another music track
starts and I open my eyes, blinking
as if I was waking up
from a distant dream

When the time comes. You’re no longer there.

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21 Responses to *

  1. Dhyan says:

    will you record it?

    (i think should be distant at the end)

  2. Dhyan says:

    danke für die Klarstellung

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