Time journeyed through the seasons sublime
Brokered days the trellis of life did climb
Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme
Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time  
Each tenuous second garnering only a passing stime
Bartered moments the continuum of existence did wantonly prime

Availing sky's porous rotunda filtered each, ageless ream through spectrum so fine
The hoary sun spilled it's vision into each, vacuous line
Gilded moon, celestial mariner did shadowy expanse twine
Bended stars, twinkling sprites from stealthy perch did antediluvian streams re-align
Primeval planets in their sanctioned orbits perpetuity did assign

mine tanker er et andet sted end de burde
"hvor burde tanker være", spørger du
og jeg svarer
at de burde ikke være

som mit selv skal tankerne glemmes
og glemt bliver de
men kun når jeg glemmer mig selv
blot for en stund

jeg er tanker og af tanker er jeg
tanker
en stime af ord og bogstaver og tal og
de er der og forsvinder ikke