The Small Peculiarities of Disappearing
When I (you) disappearit is not the world that disappears;
it bubbles, slides, crumbles, crackles, boils, smokes
and surges
I (you) am (are) entangled in it,
it is diluted into me (you)
– but when I (you) disappear
I (you) take with me (you)
a world of “people and things”
that trickles down in spirals
with all my (your) contrivances,
brands & preferences
It’s complicated
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-03-20 at 14:38
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