Establishing patterns like a machine
but unsuccessfull in its orbit
flying saucers appears

Like a tender bear
show for money
they all seem to care

Narcotic in essence
bitter and sweet
tastes like an insect

Butter on the tree
honey like a bee
a failure for all too see

Destined to ruin
maccabre in thought
sailed for an eternity

A cross the sea of ruin
patterns unholy
high as fuck

See it for real
those naughty thoughts
gestures invisible

Seems on for money
crazy in thought
gestures for naught

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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