This landscape / mimesis of itself / a golden steppe.

the lagoon / interrupts / strange animals that glow

as instants.

With my hands / in the shape of a bowl / I drink water from the river.

practical

a way / to be alone

way

and it is like being born.

Sometimes I would like to / forget everything

to bury myself in the forest / to be a nest

for the birds.

Photography by Nils Holper