Satunnainen teksti

In the air

What if I'd press my nails through my palms
would try to breathe with the fishes
suppressed my mind
piling the remains for a new
better version of myself

The accordion compresses together
the air escapes from the everyday as the last chord
from the rhythm of life

A black hole swallows us all
corrodes the contaminates of the exterior
with the first breath of the morning
we're all present again


26/11/2016

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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