Secret ordeal

Seconds away it ticks
volatile and insecure
out of my good skin

Nevertheless I came through
witnessed most dangerous moves
and stared across the abyss

Forget about licence
and frightening opposition
tiny markings crossed out

Wear your needle in your belt
look away from details
comprehend it in one fragile moment

Skate across icy fields
broken limbs
and headaches

Go across neighberhoods and observe
you might find the key
or your death

These hours that we are engraving
we will stop at nothing
position yourself at the edge

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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