First at last
At first was dustbefore we drewthe linedividing mine from theirs,and soonwe let the linegrow tall; we ceased to talkacross the wall;said noand no again,which was the only wordwe shared;alas we […]
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Full Fathom Five
In summer solstice,darling, dance;let me be canvas;finger-paint my skin and mess me;in the vibrant huesof dusk; let colors swirl; anointmy chest in bloom;breatheand smudge your signature with dawn;so forever after— […]
Map of labyrinth
Tomorrow’s dawn is yet another doorto a future room where todayhas dimmed to yet another placeof past, where at dusk beforeyou went to sleep you tried (in vain)deciding on which […]
Staying stagnant
as the river slowsin bogs it rots while being crushedcascading it thrives to gems like it is for us, the greatest riskis stayingstagnant stinky never movingstill believing that it’s better […]
At three AM again
Awake at three AM again;again awake at three AMas dusk has met with dawn again;my dreams again where grim; again my body aches;my bloodstream boilsand bound again my breath is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 