Burning cranial firestorm
Spatial out-view wiped
Long distant forgotten
Just humility and humiliation
Once of this premature geriatric care
Weaker, weakest, left-field drop
Dropping musculature
Knowing I’m old before my time

Laugh?, I almost did
Szpanski’s wrath from beyond
Every day, there’s a different black
I truly, I wonder
I wonder how life could be
I sweat; sweat so cold
Of 25 minutes; 3 Days of 2 years
I burn from the extinguished ashes of my 6th year
Sacred, hard and frozen soil greets…

Vegard M. Vindheim

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