(mythic / distilled version)
Something trembles within the chamber
Something breathes inside the wall
Something endures the winter
Something aches, faintly
Something waits, patient, in the upper air
Something turns in the dark
The night gathers speed beyond the roads
Something shines across my face
Something sings in the knees,
filled with nectar
One crosses the waters unmoistened
Another murmurs in a cathedral, soaked by the sea
The bells descend
into the inner cores of the lakes
The Moon drifts, cortisone-swollen,
some two hundred thousand miles above Råneå
The Sun flails in blind wrath,
caught in the angel furnace,
joint by joint
The indifferent one restrains God
I carry the residue of value
A nerve stirs, the marble sings
Only time holds the patience I require
A halo upon the weather
resembles a work by Hilma af Klint
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-01-18 at 13:21
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Hilma af Klint (III)
Something trembles within the chamber
Something breathes inside the wall
Something endures the winter
Something aches, faintly
Something waits, patient, in the upper air
Something turns in the dark
The night gathers speed beyond the roads
Something shines across my face
Something sings in the knees,
filled with nectar
One crosses the waters unmoistened
Another murmurs in a cathedral, soaked by the sea
The bells descend
into the inner cores of the lakes
The Moon drifts, cortisone-swollen,
some two hundred thousand miles above Råneå
The Sun flails in blind wrath,
caught in the angel furnace,
joint by joint
The indifferent one restrains God
I carry the residue of value
A nerve stirs, the marble sings
Only time holds the patience I require
A halo upon the weather
resembles a work by Hilma af Klint
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-01-18 at 13:21
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