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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 Råneå.
—
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 Råneå.
—
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 138 times
Written on 2026-01-18 at 13:37
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