Att veta om saker som luft och ljus
En annan dag ingenstans
Han vände sig om
Kände att han sågs
Och blev en skog

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mere experience not seen

all stillness in air

up where the river




breathe in my ear, smile

voices in harmony

speaking of my desire

I point to the tree

“come, friend, will you do the same?”

this is a tree of pain

at night, a soldiers face

bells to the re-enactment

whispering about the future

footsteps through the water

talk of rebirth, nothing more



silver birds observe a corpse

hollow trees wreathed in mist, offering

I would fly to find some one

that looks on from the narrow window

who, at this hour,

knows there is no light