Lacerative Repulsion Undone

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Too much applauding,
Whats the wrong,
What´s the right place?

Shiver makes demons,
Were you right
Or just a flaw?

Crisis without enemy
Scent behind back heads,
---
Thought was inside.

First and last
Are no questions of belief.
Stitch it in somewhere
It changes its
Shape with you

Climax urged for,
The sometimes most feared.

Fireball
Running through atmosphere

Can,
You count
Light
then transforming


Prayers and preachers
Try to hold you outside

Eye socket cramped
Verse files of despair


Once held in front
Or back
Of which memory?
Which part of yours
Asking which question?
Whose gain?


Demands for torches
Or bow-downs
Are vanity.
OF and FOR fuse
Pointing high,
Straight ahead
Reeling
Around one another
Direction
Gets lost.

Unification
Under
Tiles of thin air
Forgotten are sent
Where no question
Con hides them
Disguised by old sunlight
Displayed in caught time.

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(2010)