The apartment down south
is like the back
of my head;

the compact cassettes
with memorabilia
from the 80:s' and 90:s' soundart,
textsound and electroacoustics,

from the era
of Folke Rabe and Bengt Emil Johnson

Yeah, the flat down south
feels like HAL
from the movie 2001

and this here body
of today
is a receiving end;
soon enough a carcass
destined for fiery fire
and pure energy