Castle of Night
I'm lonely in amongst these books up east;
there's a woman down the hall down west,
my body tingling with worries
I'm not hungry, just empty
as I turn off the light with a click;
sail through the night with eyes unconscious
in the consolation of two distant friends,
while a housefly defies October,
defines this sandpaper moment
with its buzzing crumhorn
through the Castle of Night
Life signs flicker in hospitals & prisons,
death ruling Callisto & Ganymedes,
while, in the dark,
someone digs a hole for grief
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-10-22 at 10:01
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