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Totem Glide Path


I'm over-due
when everybody dwells
in plane crashes, pandemics
and five extinctions plus one

After retirement
my body falls forward
in a lucid weightlessness
down its glide path

but all of us
post-career fall-outers
are eventually identified
by terminal age,
picked out individually
in the here-and-there,
the now-and-then,
without much fuzz

The space-time
between retirement and demise
is a strange warp,
jihad bands around our heads,
atoms stirring
like migrating birds,
getting ready to fly
(away, away, away)
the skin on our arms drying
and cracking,
envious
of the molting of snakes

I am a totem in these woods,
the heart a base drum,
breath the wind section,
brain activity the starry night sky

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Fri vers (Fri form) av Ingvar Loco Nordin VIP
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Publicerad 2021-01-11 09:53



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