Mind

The working mind
so conspicuously alive
gentle and so much betrayal

For a mind
and for a slight piece of my soul
I gave it away

Anyone could have it
I freely divulged my secrets
and understood fierce consequences

I wanted a divorce
but realized in a perfect moment
my fragile unity

it is One
a sacred union
complete as it is

Though so horrible
my mind
and its strange fragility

The master at the other end
took me to such places
undescribed

I witnessed the angels secret work
and the smell of these flowers
and my body made of dust

So incomplete
and so weak
what else do you want from me?

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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