the
rain came and went
I
passed on my powder-wings
to my
imaginary son
I gave
him a body of old floor boards
of bits
of dopamine-dogs
of
eider down and rusty nails
I set a
dune aflame
to
signal the homeland star
that he
was ready
to
return in my place
my
heritage is written in the water
of a
desert tribe
blue-skinned
and sombre
hidden
in The Skin of The Goat of the All-Seeing
inside
the sound of mountain-whale's song
and
there it will stay
till
time too takes on a body
when it
will go out of itself
to find
its mate
regnen kom og gik
jeg gav mine
pulvervinger videre
til min imaginære
søn
jeg gav ham en krop
af gamle gulvbrædder
af dopaminhunde
af edderdun og
rustne søm
jeg satte en klit i
brand
for at sende et
signal til hjemstavnsstjernen
at han var rede til
at vende tilbage i
mit sted
min arv er skrevet i
en ørkenstammes vand
blåhudet og dyster
gemt i Skindet af
den Altseendes Ged
inde i lyden af
bjerghvalens sang
og der vil den
forblive
til også tiden
antager et legeme
når den vil gå ud
af sig selv
for at finde en mage
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