The Unit

Send out signals
disconnect unit
flair for a few controversies

Aim at correct judgment
flawed reasons
they will consume you

Desire only the best
soul in anguish
body disturbed

A pocket of time
gross maladjustments
skin burned by Sun

What else do you need –
than a few hours
fifteen minutes

Transcend your thoughts
it is incomprehensible
mind cannot go there

You must take leave
be absent
control the unit

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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