Empty spaces distand lands
Quitely enduring the abuse
But not opening the door
Find calm

Fierecely to endure abuse
Damaged though not broken
Solitary hours

Beyond recall
A shame to endure
A defeat ensures
But to go beyond

Fundamental differences
Sets us apart
We cannot meet
It would not endure

But strong
Wind in my face
Shall endure
The cost is the weigth

The negro dances
Finding cold the stare
Yet I remain

It will be torn apart
Will is strong
Catastrophe shall convince
I am the last one standing

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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