Satunnainen teksti

Small skein in the universe

Small dreams
little visions
feet walk
but don't touch the ground

The eyes look as if they see a few years beyond
like the vision would actually be drawn to the retina a small moment late
Time is bouncing and swirling
but after all is it me
or am I watching the cycle of time like a movie from a snapping film reel

The heart feels too much or not at all
Rarely it's in between, my limbs are icy and dreary or burn loose
while I breathe the murky musty air
again filling my head with the surrounding World

Whose World?


1/8/2016

Note!

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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