The inner voice: There is something on the road
To enditch
To be duplicated
It gives the warmth, a symptom of unreality
(It gives the warmth every day)
Me: To reconcile with the ringpattern
A life in duskier neighborhoods
This poem was improvised one morning in bed 1998. The voice seemed to have in mind the poems of Stora Saltet and a will to achieve something similar. / J.A.
