9 October 2025
bitstream
my bare feet tread moonlight
comfortable for now
on carpet concrete grass highway
into the country
and clowns fall from clouds
to join me
of course I can see through them
what is urgent of the moment
is long gone
words sneak by dark edges shadow
I look at my feet in the moonlight
they seem to know where they’re going
a night video
the soundtrack breathes
then a cool wind touches my neck
it is your hand which I had forgotten
come back, it says,
before it is too late