DE TØRRER ØJNENE I TUNGE SPALTER AF SKRALD
DER FORMES TIL TUNGER AF TØMTE TANKER
NED I KØDET FRA METALLETS KOLDE TASTER,
OG UD GENNEM ØJNENE DER ISNER ILDEN FAST
I TID OG TIMING.
DEN OPTØR OG SLETTER SINE SPOR I RINGE AF SALTE
GRÆNSER OG PLASTIK, DER DRUKNER FORNUFTEN I
BJERGE AF SMELTEDE POLER OG UDGAVER AF ISTIDER.
ALDRIG BANGE FOR LYDENDE, FORDÆRVER DE FARVERNE
I REVNER AF TILSTANDE I ANDRE TILSTANDE
MENS KONSTRUEREDE LØGNE HALTER
PLUDSELIGE LIVLINER AF GRÅ I GRÅ
GENNEM DE HALVE PUSTERUM AF LAG
BLÆVRENDE NÅLE DUKKER HOVEDERNE
MENS HAN GENBRUGER DE SUBLIME STRENGE
AF FORDÆRV OG MANGLEN PÅ PLUDSELIGE FUGLE
JEG PLUKKER STILKENEUDENOM TØJET
OG STRAMMER TIL.
THEY DRY THEIR EYES IN HEAVY CLEAVES OF TRASH THAT FORM INTO TONGUES OF DRAINED THOUGHTS DOWN TO THE FLESH FROM THE METALS COLD KEYS, AND OUT THROUGH THE EYES THAT ICE THE FIRE FIRMLY IN TIME AND TIMING.
IT THAWS AND MELT IT’S TRACKS IN CIRCLES OF SALTY BORDERS AND PLASTIC THAT DROWN REASEN, IN MOUNTAINS OF POLES AND EDITIONS OF ICEAGES
NEVER AFRAID OF SOUNDS, THEY CORRUPT THE COLOURS IN CRACKS OF CONDITIONS IN OTHER CONDITIONS, WHILE CONSTRUCTED LIES LIMPS SUDDEN
LIVELINES OF GREY IN GREY THROUGH THE HALF RESPITE OF LAYERS
WOBBLY NEEDLES BOW THEIR HEADS WHILE HE REUSES THE SUBLIME STRINGS OF DECAY AND THE LACK OF SUDDEN BIRDS.
I PICK THE STEMS AROUND THE CLOTHES
AND TIGHTEN.