I have some inner excesses right now, a small surplus to pay with as a salary to a future I won’t participate in. I am a renewing reviver already before most people have reacted. Already before I finished this sentence.

*

Looking at wasted lives with all their walls built by the naivety of others, by the laziness of others, by the prevarications of others that are readily at hand.
Does it affect me? Not at all heartbreakingly deeply anymore.

“And yourself? Are you that much better? ""

I was diligent, at times.
I have had a worldliness, and far above it.
Yes, much better. But, just in comparison to others.

*

Time is always now.

I take another year walk, a bit ahead. In memory. Now.


Looking over the fields and the forest.
I get the picture from Spring and Summer when I stand here again

after death.