No 23
here Bible stories are crumbling
like Underground train graffiti
here are traces of an action
I am unable to follow
inexplicable patterns
in the coffee grounds
faces that are slowly appearing
in the ashes after a long night
I can see the dead
who are waiting to die once more
in the shadow
of their childhoods
the living
who are waiting for the opportunity to live
in a brighter light
upon their wanderings
those things which always
return
swing doors, flaps of the wings
(23 from kjensla av at det ikkje regnar andre stader enn her 2004 translated into english by Hilde Petra Brungot)
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