Dawn to Dusk
The day awakens
But which day is it?
Evening is upon us
What time is upon us again?
Which day is upon us...?
Saturday? Sunday?
All is strange... all is irrelevant
Walls
Yawps
Everywhere.
White... white walls are surrounding him...
me...
him...
Which day is it again?
Noises pierce my space
Where does time travel...
The bell begins to toll yet it does not
toll for me
Immensity... in awe of the immensity
The bells, the countryside, the green
Green pervades here... moments of freedom
Walls, white walls...
Iron bars are suffocating him
The white is blinding
Who will tell us if we can break
the chain?
And jump...
beyond...
In order to find the yellow of the lemons
But his return is always
confronted with
chaos
The ant-like meandering
In the labyrinth of the Minotaur
If only a window
Would allow him to
See the light ...
of the beetle
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