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ÅRSGÅNG I: SKOGSRÅET
Candle fires waned
And night became darker
'Til barely a detail remained
Vexed and breathing smoke
Through distant eyes
In the depths, she spoke
Her finger to my lips
I am stilled in place
I am numbed as I sip
Time flows backwards from here forward
Eyes, envisioned; a nightmare to come
Endured suffering that's only begun
Carrion withers with each step
And night brings terror still
Whispers every sickened thought
Vile against his will
Prosaic, all is greyed
And yet I cannot reflect
Beyond my cognition, I have died
Yet I collapse into youth
Profane and decayed
And yet I do not expect
From false prediction, I have died
Quiet and alone, neither here nor there
Here but not happening, guilt and despair
Into the absence, two minds had strayed
Caught in the tempest, surrendered, dismayed
Behind there is nought, underneath the loam
So here, uninvited, the roots that have grown
Her hands are weightless
As light cascades
Through the hole in my body
Already, it is closing
A resurgent growth
The pulp snares the stone
I find plague in the world
That I have never known
In the marrow of Winter
Fraught with bone remnants
Frost will bring the advent
The warmth of necrotic flesh
Mantled with claret puncture
In mourning was the twilight
Embrace the gift of sleep
Or the searing pain it brings
Halcyon and bucolic
The wicked deception
Falling from the stratosphere
A fruitless surreption
The horizon is elastic
A void to bask in
Absit omen
This cage was not built for me
But I'm the one who looks outside
Of all obvious answers
The question is what I keep inside
A soul opaque
A pulsing sphere
This cage was not built for me
But you're the one who locked me here
Distance will lose meaning
As breath becomes fire
Gone are fibres; gone are thoughts
But vapours in the pyre
Eyes, turned inwards; a creeping hate
Now the suffering will not abate
My veins that are stagnant and hiding from view
Soot for the willow and flesh for the dew
The dream and the sleep are starting together
Understand that it will not matter, ever
In vain, for years, this bond was strong
But vows were not, for far too long
Until these bones ripe with lament
Were coated in deep Autumn scent
Yet as the sun begins to sink
A notion and you seem to think
That soon, my kin, I will appear
From somewhere far away or near
Convinced yourself it's not too late
Above my corpse, you kneel and wait
Published 13th Sep 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
13th Sep 2016 7:43pm
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15th Sep 2016 11:41am
I found the topic 'walking the year' intriguing, as I am quite fond of ancient, foreign history.
14th Sep 2016 1:53am
Such a command of language, I felt captivated while reading it. I would very much like to understand it better! Thank you for such a wonderfully morbid read!
14th Sep 2016 9:46am
Anonymous
14th Sep 2016 11:55am
Amazing talent. 💓
14th Sep 2016 12:01pm
