Maladaptive responses

Sometimes I fantasize
nothing trivial or naive
just a flower of my interior logic

To set and to be in motion
to search clouds and their contents
for a rainy day

Secret is
I am full of ambition
full of violence

Sometimes just observing
these people who flock to and from
they spill out a bit of their interior logic

What do you see?
How do you measure events?
Please, see it for what it is

A piece of tragic loss
maladaptive responses
cruel situations

My logic is full of hate
though I try to produce clouds
and precious sunshine

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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