(distilled)
before language
A door stands open
a sandal’s width
for the Silver Cat
The room lends space
while the ages
scan themselves through me
All wisdom doctrines
hang under the roof trusses
At any moment
the house may breathe infinity
Her room in twilight
Mine in dawn
Wars below the horizons
count their rosary of hearts
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-03-05 at 15:42
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Under the Roof Trusses (III)
Breath narratesbefore language
A door stands open
a sandal’s width
for the Silver Cat
The room lends space
while the ages
scan themselves through me
All wisdom doctrines
hang under the roof trusses
At any moment
the house may breathe infinity
Her room in twilight
Mine in dawn
Wars below the horizons
count their rosary of hearts
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 14 times
Written on 2026-03-05 at 15:42
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