In a Desolate Landscape
Pain enshrouds me
in a desolate landscape
Time is a flame of clearest blue
in the silence of defenselessness;
a lone sharp star
lodged in the back of my head,
all sequence falling
into a single vibrating point
at the bottom of my cranium
The ache keeps me fully occupied,
while the future attacks
with faces averted
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-07-15 at 11:35
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