Satunnainen teksti

Panic of the mind

In the dark space
many eyes, staring
Prickly rough hands
groping, the very surface of the skin

Head in hot steam,
in room, in space,
in a vat?
Ponders thoughts in a boiling nodes
for a way out



Majority of the poems from 2017 to earlier haven't been translated yet,
so they'll currently appear in Finnish. This is an ongoing process,
since there's a lot of 'em. (Please do enjoy the newer ones tho.)


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