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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Hop on the bus, Gus

Tværs over Storebælt...

En rude...

Danmark i flammer...

Kamete

Friday, July 29, 2016

Brud

Et brud; Et splitsekund; Katastrofen; Forandringen.

Det uventede, som trækker tæppet væk under os -

som slår vores kendte, veletablerede, elskede

tilværelse væk under benene på os. Vi ved, det er

livets vilkår, men håber så inderligt, at vi bliver forskånede...

Kviksølvsagtig
bevidsthed

i tungt fald
lige før anslag

VISHED

Titusinde fragmenter spredes

Intet som før

Falder

Rejser mig

Falder

Intet som før

Tusinde fragmenter

af tilsmurt lykke i

malstrøms-tragt
mod et sort hul

Resten ligger forurenet tilbage

Kan aldrig mere slippe sit klister. Intet som før

Men intet skal vel være som før i forandringens tidevand

A break; A split-second; The catastrophe; The change.

The unexpected, which pulls the carpet from under us -

which knocks down our sheltered, beloved existence.

We well know it is the conditions-of-life; but we so wish

ourselves to be spared...

Mercury-like

consience

in free fall

just before impact

KNOWLEDGE

Ten-thousands of fragments scatter

Nothing´s like before

Falling

I´m rising

Falling

Nothing´s like before

A thousand fragments

of defiled happiness in

a maelstrom-funnel

towards a dark hole

The rest just lie there

polluted

Won´t ever get rid of it´s glue. Nothing´s like before

But nothing´s supposed to be like before in times of change

Kamete

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

I crash into the human wall of emptiness
with a delicate flower in my thought
dreading it to die
Fade in my care
while I struggle to pass
My fingertips mirror those reflections
that have crossed the eyes of other people
They become nourishment for the seedling
gingerly protected by my hand

I am tired
I am afraid
I´m dead-tired
of being afraid
of becoming too tired
to stop pushing
But I´m unable
to pierce the shield
To destroy this impediment

Could I overshoot the wall
with a stream of blood
and by this link
transmit my thoughts towards their goal?
Pass them across
to the naked winter-tree
dominating the empty space over there
Existing unlimited
and without mistrust
ready to unfold in fair-green bloom
by the transfused vitality?

Kamete