onsdag 28. september 2011

Stille ! Fossesus ! Mossefossen i fantastisk brus... Inn i ørets musling la en vise risle! Stille, stille det er alfenes sang i Mossefossen.


I am not yet born;
O fill me with strength against those
who would freeze my humanity, would
dragoon me into a lethal automation,
would make me a cog in a machine,
a thing with one face,
a thing,
and against all those who would 
dissipate my entirety, would blow
me like thistledown or a waterfall
hither and thither or hither and thither
like water held in the hands would spill me.
Let them not make me a stone and let them
not spill me,
Otherwise kill me.


World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Perhaps not think at all !
Think on the people how fight for their freedom !
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion.
Not think at all !
A tangerine and spit the pips  and feel
The drunkenness of things being various
Perhaps not think at all !


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