70th stone

                 Northern wind

                    cooling

i'm sure i said something

                   my brow

but my voice is too much like

               as if i had done

                   anything

              dead leaves rustling

                                 to deserve it

69th stone in color

              from the inside

                     this

                  sea fog

        looks like

             me

        what_everhappenedtothebirds?

68th stone & 56th spring

spring
       no 56

            ahead of the dusk

            I exchange my

darkness

            the falling of pearls

for a pair

       of blue shoes

       matching heaven

67th stone of jelly

i sit

     with

the jelly-fish

             of determination

another dove in the naked birch

66th misty salty stone

          nothing

            and

         the mist

                 somewhere

          honestly

           half forgotten

              (by me)

                   it creates pearly trees

                     a faint scent of salt

65th stone - (sweet) pain

                          it's not

                                    everything

two muscles

    in a twitch

                           but worthwhile

             just there below

the dome of the skull -

              the sweet pain  

                             of spring

                        I'm alive

64th stone - a war god's garden

in a war god's garden

             snowdrops among snowdrops

in a war god's garden

63rd stone from a hurting spring

                         spring or not

a sudden cut

                             an abyss

                                 where love songs

where my center rested -

                             can't go

               i evade the hurtful crocuses


               i drown in an avalanche
                               of pearls

62nd stone creaking

  i couldn't be bothered

to reach for it

                          not a bird

                          the moon

                         singing    but

                         faceless

          the world-hinges

creaking

            as my mirror cage

61st stone - fakes

all day long

chaffinches

                          impersonating

                          bicycle pumps

and me

           mimicking

            a human

60th stone - sky support

”an intruiging dysfunction”

n o n e t h e l e s s

I lift a hand

to support

the sky

59th hurting stone

this

one

             needle head

                                nothing counted

where the biker angels party

                                 more than once

            planted

                in

           my brain

                  a swollen stream in spring

          (pink-ish grey)

58th stone - first thing painted

not much
of
a sunrise

          the first
            thing

painted

      is a

               black
                       bird

57th stone - shadow cross

a shadow cross
above
the dirty dishes

                              the sky

                                     retreats

                someone somewhere
tuggs a baby

                       and pins me to death

                             as when

                               i was

                               born

56th - measel scars

                     honestly
                     the sun
                     did shine!

          showing me her stomach

              with measel scars

                         a little girl eating a bun