My spine was thwistled, did blood teem. I think we had some subtle kind of meeting. Or was it nothing but an eerie dream of being, everyday, which means: just fleeting.
Purposefully romantic interlude? All of a sudden I saw Katie hover! losing herself in virtuous Altitude to nothing; what real was here to cover?
Said Katie then: "I lost you out of sight. Cool down, get numb to me! Be not too busy, at hand, my soul is back again in light where is it? lost then? I'm your sissy
and nothing else. In Love, what mindful point, what flight? I'd rather have another joint."
My spine was thwistled, did blood teem.
ReplyDeleteI think we had some subtle kind of meeting.
Or was it nothing but an eerie dream
of being, everyday, which means: just fleeting.
Purposefully romantic interlude?
All of a sudden I saw Katie hover!
losing herself in virtuous Altitude
to nothing; what real was here to cover?
Said Katie then: "I lost you out of sight.
Cool down, get numb to me! Be not too busy,
at hand, my soul is back again in light
where is it? lost then? I'm your sissy
and nothing else. In Love, what mindful point,
what flight? I'd rather have another joint."
My English Poetry
- Peter Ingstad, Sweden