Frozen time


We’re turning our bodies after light
We’re turning after ourselves if we want
Words are just changing places
Like the game in itself is the same

About this kind of philosophy
we’re philosophizing sometimes…
above us a river
flowing through the air…
looking at life
less conventionally

images passing into images
words passing into words
my hand searching for yours

the journey with moon-steps
was telling me
about this late fall
in slalom…