I use words.

I use words.

Their numbers concern me,

and what they communicate.

But, what does settle

with those who listen.

 

In desperation, I try to interpret,

analyse, and understand more than I need

I dress what I see in words, concepts and consequences,

I fear death

and to get trapped in existential permafrost.

 

Yesterday

A single glimpse of light struck my eye,

raw and primitive.

My intellectual varnish cracked.

I saw this thing as it is.

 

Göran Stille