white
in white
I catch
a glimpse of Flora
in
snowed up windows
strange,
when you stop going backwards
you're
suddenly avant-garde
in this
hourglass
starlings
swarm
every
7th minute
it has
finally done it, the wolf
eaten
the gods and sun
wouldn't
you have wished
you
were a fly on the wall?
really
our
cells come
from a
Fender Rhodes
through
a door in the elephant
a rush
of apsaras and tongues
on the
parking lot
two
ravens give a pizza
a
heaven-burial
hvidt i hvidt
jeg
fanger et glimt af Flora
i
tilsneede vinduer
mærkeligt,
du holder op med at gå baglæns
og
straks er du avant-garde
i
dette timeglas
sværmer
stære
hvert
7nde minut
omsider
har den gjort det, ulven
ædt
guderne og solen
ku'
du ikk' godt tænke dig at ha' været
en
flue på væggen?
sandt
vore
celler kommer
fra
et Fender Rhodes
gennem
en dør i elefanten
en
strøm af apsara'er og tunger
på
p-pladsen
gi'r to
ravne en pizza
en
himmelbegravelse
Fender Rhodes, the first electric piano that got hugely popular. very distinct sound
apsaras: heavenly dancers (Hindu/Vedic)
heaven-burial: the Tibetan way of dismembering a dead person and letting the birds eat him/her
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