Cut & Chiseled
At this mature age
I'm more wide-wisely awake
as well as much more sharp-swordedly narrow-minded
I fully realize the immeasurability of life,
and also take no shit at all anymore,
and don't try to excuse other fools' foolishness,
other mistakers' mistakes
I'm cut in one piece now,
chiseled out of possibility's formless shape;
a wedge among wedges,
giving off the ring of hardened steel hitting raw rock
I'm the soap in the word cleanliness,
I'm minus 30°C in the word heat
I'm a tear of pure rock
in a mind's eye
that never shuts
I'm guiltless blame,
blameless guilt,
among the sordid devices of Creation
that polluts the void
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-08-18 at 11:21
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