we refuse to pick all those snow flowers
stand close together inside the tree in order not to wilt
soon the tree breath will also throw itself into the wind’s arms
and the smoke which filters out through the foliage
confirms that the heat will bring the world forward ..
when the dream’s enigma runs through your fingers
you yourself become a door in the forest and close the words behind you
Grimaces of Language
Blue Pictures on a Green Easel
Thoughts in a Moon Catamaran
Larger Than Everything
Behind the Mask
From the Top of the Moment
Back Across the Opposite Pole
Linguistic Search Party
We Count the Year Rings of the Body
Grimaces of Language
Thoughts in a Moon Catamaran
Larger Than Everything
Behind the Mask
From the Top of the Moment
Back Across the Opposite Pole
Linguistic Search Party
We Count the Year Rings of the Body
Grimaces of Language
AuthorTriztan Vindtorn