we stood in Milky
Way up to our knees
and shovelled wolves' howls
into the veintunnel
beneath
the dissolving sea
a cross of birds sealed
our wounds
self inflicted
but wounds
nevertheless
an afterthought chiselled
in fish and fishermen's eyes
(where what is left
of the once roaring ocean rolls)
a sense of fatedoors opening
for the penflame
writing our endless
meantime
and shovelled wolves' howls
into the veintunnel
beneath
the dissolving sea
a cross of birds sealed
our wounds
self inflicted
but wounds
nevertheless
an afterthought chiselled
in fish and fishermen's eyes
(where what is left
of the once roaring ocean rolls)
a sense of fatedoors opening
for the penflame
writing our endless
meantime
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vi i Mælkevej op
til knæene
og skovlede ulvehyl
og skovlede ulvehyl
ned i venetunnelen
under
havet
i opløsning
et
kors af fugle
forseglede
vore sår
selvpåførte
men
ikke desto mindre
sår
en
eftertanke mejslet
i
fisk og fiskeres øjne
(hvor
det der er tilbage
af
den engang brølende hav ruller)
en
fornemmelse af at skæbnedøre åbner sig
for
penneflammen
der
skriver vor uendelige
midlertidighed
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