When we look out into the
window
we keep the frame
and what we have in mind
is what is inside the frame
alone not knowing
that beside the window is
another creature
could be lizard or a
fly which rests there because
of too much tiredness
looking for it thinks can
satisfy its wants or
longings for the day
we forget what is outside the frame
what loneliness it has too
what hope, what doubt, what ever
that disturbs
outside the window frame
outside us all
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