Tarvos
helt plötsligt blev det tyst
I whirled under the surface of geometric stars
the circles drown out the squares in wheels
they breathe in triangles and spit out lines
connecting points within points within points
if I turn to the left I witness the grand bang
the flares lick the skin of boiling reality
in the gravity of black holes they spiral out
sucking in the light to drain it of all colour
when I think of how I could see the world turn
if I rise through the stars to watch the ashes
that I spread among rivers flowing into oceans
and I watch a little white flower growing into me
hands that turn around the edges of roman numerals
laws of mathematics that pull my legs forward
and draw me over the edge and fall on wet ice
and the faces stare bemusedly at me under the sky
I can see all eyes turn pale within the minute
or watch the first tooth appear on your sons' face
the blood streaming through the veins of a girl
the echo of a daughter throws me off my balance
yet the last thing I witness will be the candle
that carries the flame with which I live life
when it is blown out by a last surge of the wind
I'll whisper in your perfect ear: "I'll miss you"
the circles drown out the squares in wheels
they breathe in triangles and spit out lines
connecting points within points within points
if I turn to the left I witness the grand bang
the flares lick the skin of boiling reality
in the gravity of black holes they spiral out
sucking in the light to drain it of all colour
when I think of how I could see the world turn
if I rise through the stars to watch the ashes
that I spread among rivers flowing into oceans
and I watch a little white flower growing into me
hands that turn around the edges of roman numerals
laws of mathematics that pull my legs forward
and draw me over the edge and fall on wet ice
and the faces stare bemusedly at me under the sky
I can see all eyes turn pale within the minute
or watch the first tooth appear on your sons' face
the blood streaming through the veins of a girl
the echo of a daughter throws me off my balance
yet the last thing I witness will be the candle
that carries the flame with which I live life
when it is blown out by a last surge of the wind
I'll whisper in your perfect ear: "I'll miss you"