Through these dilemmas
spontanity is vital
and lots of sports and amusement

My senew is dried and stored
unable to help
can no longer locate the source

I don’t play the lute no more
now it plays through me

Careful not to hinder and delay
what is lost will someday be found
but not loose ends

Flirting slightly and on certain occasions
but cannot seal the deal
such vast cycles of emptiness

My drinking water has gone stale
the show is of a certain substance
such substance like of stars

I care not to revel in the drama
care not for social control
and to the crowd I have no visitations

They are blank and silly
touring across the globe
finding my stillborn babies

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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