alert while sinking
and an unknown city in plain sight
encapsulated between all sorts of things
which might just have fallen from the sky
i wonder if
the term texture
is applicable to a place of brick and mortar
a virtue in times of the virtual
the faintest idea
small windows sky gradient radiant blue
spilled ink on cotton not forming words
there is a text in texture but no touch
i could never tell you how i feel
on the horizon
written in twin jet engines

18th of September
on the plane from Glasgow to Berlin