flights of doubts

from one roof
to many roofs
light prances like
a deer – or rather a
deer prances like light,
i suppose?
all i know is that
it should be
maybe that’s why
someone’s winning
at a game and it
doesn’t matter
’cause most life-events
are gaps and i am often
the person who
looks through the
light balancing
itself in a gap
and am grateful for
being able to hear
people to the point
where i forget my name
and accidentally decide
to fall from the roof


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