Goldberg Capillaries
Goldberg Variations, András Schiff
on a small crackling radio
in the east bedroom
a late July afternoon in Norrbotten
with a pinch of hope
and the air temperature just right;
final capillaries of the broadcast;
crackling tones feeling their way
cautiously across my open face
with exquisite grace and sacred tenderness,
my aging body cradled on the swells of time
toward eternity's flickering reflections
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-07-29 at 09:29
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