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Toolbag

Inside and outside

Lay the tools to a fruitful life

Made of iron, steel, and listening.

At my belt, the tools alternate

And I am often unprepared

For the occasion

Yet always running and sweating

to fill my toolbag.

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PhD ending

Few questions

and the stomach in the rollercoaster

Will summarise years in the lab

And ideas coming unattended

In the night, on a hike, talking.

A chapter closes and

Yet many answers are just blank spaces.

The value for a society

Are condensed in words

For an elite.

Nesting

I restrict my fence

And move them closer to my belly

Creating a nest I can only fit in.

Hay and dry flowers around me

Cover this atmosphere of mistrust

And, for a while,

The greyness gets a shade of nature.

Sneaking out

Even today you can

Break free

Through the little break in their attention.

In that second others ignore,

You will change your path

And will never feel

Imprisoned on a sunny day

In a fruitless office.

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