(mythic condensation)
In Dallas we had a boomerang,
flown against the city,
against the armored singing of metal
A true-dream held us –
Judy and I –
as long as the sacred instrument
returned through the sky
It was the human autumn,
1978 thinning the air,
and we lived
as one lives
inside a return
Between highways,
on a zero-ground grown wild,
beneath the curved hulls of bridges
from a science-fiction age,
tires chanting their low masses,
the boomerang rose,
motet, liturgy, revelation,
and came back –
and while it did,
we were
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-01-11 at 14:00
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In Dallas We Had A Boomerang (II)
In Dallas we had a boomerang,
flown against the city,
against the armored singing of metal
A true-dream held us –
Judy and I –
as long as the sacred instrument
returned through the sky
It was the human autumn,
1978 thinning the air,
and we lived
as one lives
inside a return
Between highways,
on a zero-ground grown wild,
beneath the curved hulls of bridges
from a science-fiction age,
tires chanting their low masses,
the boomerang rose,
motet, liturgy, revelation,
and came back –
and while it did,
we were
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 1 time
Written on 2026-01-11 at 14:00
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