bison came to me, presenting itselfas an offer. i ate/consumed/swallowed bisonto renew/concurre/savior myselfand thereby i became bison,who sacrificed itself —the cliff swallows will be back soon,i love my city in their presence the danish national tree is commonbeech (fagus sylvatica)the anemones (anemone virginiana)have to time their floweringbefore leave-coversoak up the spring sunlight —up here we all get through the winter-darkby our bodies recalling spring;the vow of long summer days(17 h & 30 min. in mid june)this collected white blanketof each delicately individualanemone, beneath the hundred years giants exemplifyingthe order of beauty and timeas singles becomingentities in perfection anemones allows me…
writings
Tagged air
02.27.2020
many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…
01.21.2020
light as milk: the light is soft and fractal like dreaming; a cave-opening in sandstone formation darkness emanates and fill the air as light reach you, pass through you and snow falls as choruses
01.20.2020
light as milk: the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat animal hauls are wild and fill the air as light these are the real beings and we are solely alive to hear their hauling and reply
11.10.2019
rabbit lane: at bierne er store her at myrene er store at træer blomstrer buske blomstrer blomster blomstrer at alt taler til hinanden at alt dufter af nåde og hjertet, hjertet
11.06.2019_03
if, at night you’re the mother of seedlings —
09.26.2019_02
if, at night you’re a sister of clay —
09.24.2019_01
if, at night you’re the sister of newness —
09.15.2019
— madeleines sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)
09.12.2019_02
— madeleines hendes øjne gled i, over madeleine kagen. et rosenflor af unge piger defilerede usét forbi. ned af sønderboulevard op over enghave station og sydhavn-kvarteret nåede folehaven og ligesom fordampede over indfaldsveje, socialt karrebyggeri og tilstanden mækevej
