In All Directions (IV)
House rushing through time
04:00 — eye pain.
Sleep aborted
Sky shrieking with worry.
Forebodings beating their wings
Body: unsecured airfield
Landing gear refuses.
Fuel thinning
Gravity smiling
with chubby cheeks
pulling
Black cats
stealth-patrolling
the floor
Morpheus keeps the Wildwife
Wolf hour.
Bunk in concentration-mode
The self hunting
in all directions –
escape attempts
ground to dust
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-03-07 at 22:07
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