Walking, my three faces between dreams and reality.
One for each of the directions of time-
FUTURE, Past and Present.

I dig in my own treasure box and
carefully examine my collection of symbols and signs.

I use them to move through…

I used to see clearer underwater
Now I do through the air.

I am surrounded by the day,
But I have the night within me.

Then they switch positions.

I keep collecting the same markers.

Wolf, lamb, fish, salt and stone.
Maybe this is how the world was made.
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