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Something trembles.
In the wall: breath.
Winter survives something.
A faint ache.
Patience in the upper air.
Something turns.
The night accelerates.
Light crosses the face.
Nectar in the knees.
One crosses water, untouched.
Another prays, drenched.
Bells deepen
inside the lakes.
The Moon, cortisone-swollen,
some two hundred thousand miles above Rεneε.
The Sun flails,
caught in the angel furnace.
God is restrained.
The remainder of value
is carried away.
A nerve stirs.
Marble sings.
Only time
has patience.
A halo in the weather.
Something by Hilma.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-01-18 at 13:37
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Hilma af Klint (IV)
Something trembles.
In the wall: breath.
Winter survives something.
A faint ache.
Patience in the upper air.
Something turns.
The night accelerates.
Light crosses the face.
Nectar in the knees.
One crosses water, untouched.
Another prays, drenched.
Bells deepen
inside the lakes.
The Moon, cortisone-swollen,
some two hundred thousand miles above Rεneε.
The Sun flails,
caught in the angel furnace.
God is restrained.
The remainder of value
is carried away.
A nerve stirs.
Marble sings.
Only time
has patience.
A halo in the weather.
Something by Hilma.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 11 times
Written on 2026-01-18 at 13:37
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