Larry & The Mystery Of It All
Larry sends me messages in the dark,
says he needs not sleep
anymore,
for in eternity there is no time
(for anything);
says he's run out of time
on his shiny motorbike,
still not catching up
(on anything)
He speaks wizardly in the light,
blinding me with (in)sights
in the ferocious roar of the solar wind
and the speechless koans of the Moon;
the first one an intimidating one
about the dark side of the Sun
Larry hides in clear view
in the Nebraska part of my thoughts,
messaging me with clear air & long views
and timeless years of suspenseful silences
about the mystery of it all
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-01-16 at 20:50
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