Clones

I see some naked clones
wish you were here
saw you appear in my dreams

Awake I run around with these clones
we are set on our course
neither can we be dissuaded

I am naked
like one of the clones
stripped to a few essentials

I am now a fool
and a burden for you
and I am a destitude

Collecting false evidence
and the stalkers
and the clones

We are alive yet for a moment
stalking our prey
mating with a beast

I thought I should disclose this
but the revenge
it hurts us all

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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