(for those held on remand)
Every morning
death-longing, dreams of death,
and fear of dying
—
the hope of being allowed
to give up
and disappear,
finally rested
—
the weariness of having to hold one's own
against every discomfort
—
Let the Inevitable
ride in
on his Shire;
lance, armor, the end of time,
and silence in the afterbirth of bluebells
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-07-10 at 10:03
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Bluebells' Afterbirth
Every morning
death-longing, dreams of death,
and fear of dying
—
the hope of being allowed
to give up
and disappear,
finally rested
—
the weariness of having to hold one's own
against every discomfort
—
Let the Inevitable
ride in
on his Shire;
lance, armor, the end of time,
and silence in the afterbirth of bluebells
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-07-10 at 10:03
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