Nature has no remorse

I recycled all the recyclable

of time and of my strength.

Incredible how much gets wasted,

the time I put in it.

Between anvil and hammer, between the earth

and the sky, between the here and the there.

To stay in the in-between, between the pause

orchestral and the end of the chorale.

I can't stay in the middle of the extreme.

Once I could pull it off just like the pine

of the four seasons.

The wind always undoes the chains

without undoing them - it's the wind that comes undone.

The shadow of the Sun no longer looks so bright.

It doesn't matter. It's a habit to move

past it... it's not that nauseating after all.

It's like hanging off a railing

and then looking back at the horizon...

what a waste of time.

Nothing left but to turn around and go.

Talk, just talk...

let it pass like the wind does.

Nature has no remorse...

a cynical lesson about life.