Soil

Poem By Hendrik Jackson

Moments of crystallization, flow with the day. Frost _ Inhale
again the dream collapses, overwhelmed from affections
inasmuch as the snow collects across dispersed, good days. As by
imprinting you pull yourself out from the earth, heavenly greetings

sent off; a companion in the convoluted tunnel-system
of psychological stratum, the entire humus of
society, declining. But to hoist one's own unaided? Self activating
- charge towards Light. Always in manic exhumation. singing

Translated by Nicholas Perrin

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