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IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

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Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

alike a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whispering:

 

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded, in your lone dying

 

We are left here, a shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

 

(Got dragged here through the lands inside darkness

Carried over all the time distances, stones and ices)

 

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

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COULD?

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TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES

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INITIATING.

 

Here all eyes begin

and take us from seeing

of sagacious similarities

home to the realities

 

Strewing you with thistles,

for that to be sieved is already dead

 

Taking my blue away from your eyes

A slab of meat left

 

Taking those mirrors of shallowness

Striking the laughter you gave

 

Duped remained your life

Taking you

off

 

Given you have been by the hours of light

which trickled down here through the clouds

as you were destined to among us be found,

but step by step your betrayal was nurtured

 

I spoke straight to the carrdrowned

where the bitterness of his grave met:

 

Your blanket was of a cloven glory

while Oaths gone and freely piggied

and strolled around after suckling

 

Now denied you cry in your sty

 

Eyes opening

Core falling on stone

Flower nevermore

 

Now the meat ends

Ripping Önd from The Path

To die right is the greatest

 

You have come to The Path’s end.

TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES

TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES

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GIVE LIFE!

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1 SIGFRIDSSON

Being cut new scars

Being made new deathwords

All new wither anew
Overripe means rotten

Sculpted stone is stone!
Teach the autumn leaves survival!

Cleanse me from your surfaces.

Cobweb shudder
Captured hung in pieces

Coldembraced, misharvested and patinated

At home in permafrost

Sole host and sole guest
Left burned out

Send my well documented threatening letters to Suffering
No answer

Send a complaint to the Castalian spring
Answers

Waiting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving

Our Sun rites belong to all districts
inside of Sunsigned and Treesigned

Remaining here until the Olympian

Give life, loved!
Give life in this chilled air
Give life in this sight over the district
GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE!

The Observer
cared for autographs of symbolism
and honëstly missed glad memories
all while the creeks so deeply dug
had not yet reached to the oceans

The Collector
wished for words of diamonds,
an utility game against vermin´s dancing
That the pen, the weak´s defense,
once again would usurp the feel of living

Numbing unwillingness is starved

Nightly cleansing baths

Drinking healing spring water as an obsessed

The Sun glitters over the valley 

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SOM ATT TILLVARATA VERKLIGHETEN

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Gräver sönder tårmarken

med egna tårar

medan knopparna rejält näpsats i förtider.

 

Röker ut mig vara en alltför kräsmagad,

en kvardröjd, växt i levandets gränser.

 

Saknar alltid känslan av rädsla, men aldrig vettet. Snavar rastlöst och samtidigt tröttnad runt i ett verkligt ofattbart tillstånd; normaliteten för de rubbade. Det lilla kvar av värde härnere i denna värld, vilket har försökts önskats, har i stort ödelagts och därefter lövats över.

Så mycket är det värt…

Även mina säkra kort har länge räknats med enda lit och lön lagd i sorgen. Så min otacksamhet till min mottagna kärlekslön är förståelig. Nedslagen under en påtvingat värdelös värld, må vara att den mellantid vi tvingats ner i är en tillfällig parantes, där vi alla vet eller känner att ”något” eller närmast allt är fel; det normala höga, rena och självklara har sänkts med våldtagna ord…

 

Tanken trampar sitt kött

genom rötade årsringarnas hat

där synvillorna skördar sina kart.

 

Ger det sista av min ork. Vad som är godhet är utan tvivel. Allt är blod.   

Världen är tydlig nog.

SOM ATT TILLVARATA VERKLIGHETEN

SOM ATT TILLVARATA VERKLIGHETEN