late poem replay
Morgontrött sestina - ofullbordad, regelvidrig tror jag...
Jag åker spårvagn.
Jag är sen.
Sömnen kväver my eyelids.
Heaven is höstgrå, and I am waiting ever.
I'm confused
and a little scared.
What's next,
after this tram?
world approaches the eyelids.
Yes, I'm afraid ...
Constant fear, constantly.
Is there anything good in that confused huh?
I'm late again, pretty late.
I do not have time to finish writing, I'm afraid.
Everyday life cry out against his eyelids.
Is now waiting for another tram.
Constantly eddies, constantly
shady meetings in a world that seems more and more confused.
Can I say that? Is the world more confused
(even 'for me') than for a week or 10 years ago?
I sit now on 3ans tram,
wonder confused: Is this someone who are not afraid?
It is
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