Against a shadowy treeline

there is no misconception

allegedly

I am impressed by the ideas

of different kinds

of the same blue

or other exciting reports

of new belief systems

there is always someone in my house

I never had an empty house

_ an odd thing to pity isn't it?

the point this time was accuracy

90cm away my eyes spot

30.000 voices

but all future aside

I have a bad feeling

sweaty palms

and no special team of assistants

just a ridiculed face

in the back of the director's chair

who is reserved like a plastic bag

on a bicycle saddle

a junior players neglect

but I am not a junior

biting my tongue

and ripping off the bandage asap

I never recognized the line before

it is long

_ shifts would mean eye-level

I sit down

in like a spasm

or a stroke movement

boom

I bend over

like nothing

like no bones

you think it takes a second

but I fall right off the chair

and vomit into a bucket

_next_

the sharp-hipped mistress

head calls out

to disconnect the

fathomable revolution

-the student body gets up

mandatorily

with a swing

I figure I am outnumbered and leave

the warehouse-like Zen-temple

in a flare-colored shirt

rubbing of the sick that's left on it

before getting back into the line

no contract-

and nothing is personal

https://neuefotografie.com/against-a-shadowy-tree-line-by-sarah-kuerten/

With a Text by Jennifer Braun the Genz Art critic 

https://jenniferbraun.substack.com/