Backdrop
The movement of breathing becomes apparent
beneath the Silver Cat on my chest
in December
The automatism of life becomes visible
when the life force elbows its way forward
behind stinging eyes
in the body’s powerlessness
I see the lion’s share of myself
act autonomously
in a clear demonstration of power
by a dictatorial Cosmos
that drives the toad’s hopping
in the moist lair of the rib cage
and the rushing drafts of air
in lung-bellows and windpipes,
as well as the red rivers’
pugnacious chanting of oxygen
through my winding veins,
out into every cell
I am a conscious-free repercussion
of coercive circumstances;
an external work, a backdrop,
invaded by the Trojan horse of the universe
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2025-12-23 at 09:36
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