Their ancient eyes
With ancient eyes, the sentinels ablaze are making rounds; with constellations bring in confidence encrypted signs, amaze with visions, scents above: with diamond-rings my fingers trace the nape of Virgo, […]
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our mutual gravity
when bolts of lightning – like dying stars quench the order of our galaxies when our word-hammers miss the anvil and never syncopate the bleeding heartbeats in our overheated forge […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 