Butler, Pennsylvania
He is empty,
but it's a chaotic emptiness,
teeming
with contraindications
and loosely crashing friction.
The power
finally signed the pact
with a pinch on the ear,
desolately clanging emptiness
and an image
on par with Guevara's;
the flash about the gods' favor
a pretense of Christ himself,
but it is Achilles, it is Hector, it is Agamemnon
who are lifted from the wings
into a tabula rasa's contemporary unpredictability.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-07-14 at 10:11
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