Distance & Otherness


Before I leave

I have already left


The house is a memory, it seems,

or a dream

in which I am somehow misplaced


This place sinks around me

and I'm slightly off, displaced;

walking in old VCRs,

light bending strangely

in a fake, flickering presence


Before I leave I taste death,

as it is,

cognitively deprived, bent on mirages

and half-dressed hallucinations


I feel like the vague state I'm leaving,

wrapped in distance and otherness

Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-01 at 09:29

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