Yoga Mat Oracle
pause
inside the everyday
seventy-seven years
under the skull
a spiked star
the record turns
voices in vinyl
summon the dead
Breezewood
Dallas basement
ten dollars
seven years
her arm around the madman
Atlantic crossings
mind stretched
between continents
Maryland soil
no stone from me
the rain keeps singing
the old singer
turns eighty-five
on the yoga mat
I receive them
the dead
the almost living
love wounds
time listens
the record
keeps spinning
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-03-06 at 18:20
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