The whole of Utrecht station falls into the light Comments

The whole of Utrecht station falls into the light
between giant November clouds,
thus.
Metal, stone, glass, all that bears, protects, lets through, assigns
harsh angles and reflections to floor and tiled walls.


Those standing upright on the platforms - The travellers? That sounds
like flesh-coloured stockings. Ouwens says fringes of reeds. -
leaning back or else shifting position, at once
fall upside down onto needles that spring from the ground
of power, delight and fathomless despair.


Feeling, awareness do not well from within.
People are strung together on platforms.
Where one is one must
bear what one has or is.
The whole of Utrecht station falls into the light
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