Nanja Noterdaeme, Surge of broken time

brokenwindowpicture

I
A glass veil opens on a book page.
paper leaves
On scattered beams
in a decayed barn
no more.

II
Soundless landscape
boiling murmur
ethereal space
No- Mad
erased
in the arid land of
speculation.

II
A black vinyl
sinks
deep down
to the
bloody guts.
Soul and heart
steps,
a cardio for long
forgotten and remembered

III
Reflected space
Of Light
And sky
Clouds of broken time
In a shattered window pane

IV
Longing
of the forlorn
Surge
Of brooding desire

V
Whole with
the pain
You with
the broken
Past
gushing forth
as a drumming summer sun.
All yours.

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