Wednesday 24 October 2018

33-18


it’s when yo begin to yell at things – spoons, shoes, umbrellas – falling, lying in the way …

in the
dream
too

                    that’s
                    the sad part

everything
’s
                     you choose
                     your own

an
altar

                     echo chamber

.


det’ når du begynder at råbe ad ting – skeer, sko, paraplyer – der falder, ligger i vejen …

også
i drømmen

                    det’ den
                    triste del

er
alt

                   du vælger
                   dit eget

et alter

                   ekkokammer

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