eerie nics in wood
floor beneath vein enriched feet
release seeping creature feeding
before-
the burrow into stain
and
creaks
and
leaks
|
reign!

Graze me with your Latin tongue

=O=O=O=O=sharpen it unto Sumerian footstone=O=O=O=O=

lap up the fallen words of you who wrote false scripts

consume,

dictate,

pray/to/the/atmosphere

~drown in thy evermost fear~

I saw all of their pretty faces in a book

One big one

The books that collect dust, reading “clean me” on it’s cover

All the faces in line

Combined and waiting to be exposed

But no one wants to open tomes dust smothered

And for centuries…closed

The codex found it’s way on a trail

To a whole new world

Filled with pixels and combinations defined

But they all died waiting in line

adieu, egress, hegira
by gone; a strong term
I am a long winters' dormant worm
|
I pry the tip of the Earth with a blind eye
As I flex to the gap reaching something warm
something elated
|
Cold grit lines my skin like the prior-bathe of a traveling bird
The bellows cast at me adoringly, gust's that sting lightly
Frail but assured as I graze the tepid ray
|
dernier cri, objet d'art, vicissitude
up's and down's are now adue
I spring of change and what is new

1-english

I gargled solids much like boulders of the throat.
Upon a dreadful goat,
the lamb was slain in name of said reign.
To diminish the waters
drenching fields of green and brown,
rugged earth, and jagged cliff.
Up nor down no liquids found.
I am placed to flummox the hard matter
of dirt and swallow whilst hurt.

2-norwegian

Jeg gurglet tørrstoff mye som blokker i halsen.
Etter en forferdeliggeit,
ble sauene drept i navn sa regjeringstid.
For å minske vannetgjennomvåt felt av grønne og brune,
robuste jorden, og rufsete stup.
Opp eller ned væske ikke funnet.
Jeg er plassert for å flummox denharde spørsmål
om skitt og svelge mens vondt.