The night is at its most full while sleeping
Warm winds from long ago
The air waves
And the land bends there of itself
Pillars of mist and summer
Knocking on the door of my friends house
I turn my hand as the moon comes out
In all this there is a familiar architecture
Features i remember
But the face is new,
Fresh
Night Movements
Galleri Thomas Wallner
Simris, 2020