Satunnainen teksti


I'm trying to talk
myself to the presence
The spacing between lines seems inviting
cry for help
inside the phlegmatic frame

Sometimes I find myself in your arms
sometimes I unnoticeably sweep myself under the doormat
sometimes I get catapulted into the future with a space cannon
sometimes I notice myself fragmented into the past

Floating in the ocean I created
near you stretching the borders of the puddle
With the starry sky
we can breathe
Time really is a concept



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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