(mythic / compressed)
The body betrays.
It gives itself away
Grinding thoughts,
dry millwheels
in the plunge of blood
Tinnitus rattles
like a leper’s charm.
School, refusal,
a life sidestepping the call
Worst of all:
the wilderness cries
out of the night’s escape,
out of seventy-seven
unwilling dreams
The body persists.
Flushes.
Shrugs.
Slams
Runs downward
through echoing stairs
into the grave-forest,
where the grey-headed woodpecker
calls
no one.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-02-02 at 09:10
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Body (II)
The body betrays.
It gives itself away
Grinding thoughts,
dry millwheels
in the plunge of blood
Tinnitus rattles
like a leper’s charm.
School, refusal,
a life sidestepping the call
Worst of all:
the wilderness cries
out of the night’s escape,
out of seventy-seven
unwilling dreams
The body persists.
Flushes.
Shrugs.
Slams
Runs downward
through echoing stairs
into the grave-forest,
where the grey-headed woodpecker
calls
no one.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-02-02 at 09:10
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