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Niels Lyngso: I

May 20, 2011 by PBQ

I have seen a tunnel before
of ashes that opens itself
seen its abyss
of golden-gold light
heart throbbing I
have taken the first
step into the tunnel
then the light enclosed me
and I cowered
a beachcomber                                     in the pale yellow tread wheel            under-furrowed
filled with flowing wounds                                 that hung like fog                 sateless sorrow
the knocking revolved
in on itself and away
then the pattern in my eyelid’s
ardent blood left me
but with a step in
there is always a way
back and I went back
adorned with the rest
of the light in my hair
pus                                                                                                                         now I will go on
howl                                                       through the tunnel
and no further
simply consider the
still sulking
pattern but down
in the black figures and in
all there is found     paths in the fine woven fabric                                                        Everything is found
in the current of half sleep  that now turns so the blocks protrude                             like weights and dream
in all directions I drift                                                          and I pass again
through the diagram’s corridor                          a child that sings itself to sleep
man
bicycle house
tree   swan   ship
car tent house bicycle I
can no more
before I vanish
I will come to see
that there is darkness
at the end of the tunnel
now there is no way back                                                   I may go backwards back over-
now I may search the dark if I                                                                            buoyed by my heavy tongue
will be found again                                                                                                                                              and see it all

Filed Under: Contributors 65, Fiction, Fiction 65, Issue 65 Tagged With: Contributors 65, Fiction, Fiction 65, Niels Lyngso

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