I've been reading Swedish poet Gunnar Ekelof.
The night ate day and the day ate night
Nocturnal screams in dust and ashes
Wax effigies ourselves
Dreams in disguises
As razors slice moonlight
Gathering emotions second by minute
The moon wax lines
How they roll
Catch
How they mend
Resetting sight lines
Gathering emotions second by minute
When time ate day and day ate night
Eight into seven
One hour moved.
Denis Streeter 11/8/12
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