Rhomboids of Free Thought


In the night

rhomboids of free thought rise

out of a void

inside the general direction down

where all my plummets

are striving


Electricity pulsates

through the horses’ fences


Ravens loud in the morning

above the spruce needles;

shiny, black passersby;

clanging sonic beads strewn

below and behind;

chit-chat up above


Day is in its first phase;

I get my bearings:

This hand; that,

leg & leg


gravity’s hand on my shoulder

and lots of unknown bodily processes

connected to the Sun,

fluid with energy from the stars;

from the starry expanses of the Universe


I straighten my back; spread my arms; am


We continue the Big Bang

Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-12 at 12:18

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