Lost

Safety and laws of the protocols
it reaches not here
and no complaints

Like ice that evaporates
and lesser substances
jointly trashed together

The Moon and its whereabouts
city of Jerusalem and when we lost it
sold it for a few treats

Together now
we trashed the Moon
and its whereabouts now unknown

Searching is done
and we are a few misfits
letting our tears evaporate like ice

Jewelry we wear around our neck
not tied to these fools
and what is unknown has no value

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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