Monday, 31 March 2014

Noah's 237th Egg / Noahs 237te æg

”ah
she's the
friend
with the arm

                                  in a
                                  tiny room behind
                                  my eardrum

I fail
to see

                                 all the concerts
                                 I've ever been to


how that makes
her special”

                                 become one
                                 humming note





”ah
det er
vendinden
med armen

                                i et lille værelse
                                bag trommehinden

jeg kan
ikke se

                                bli'r alle koncerter
                                jeg har været til

hvorfor dét
gør hende
til noget
særligt”

                                til én brummetone





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