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The Transetory

The Transitory

I swam across a field,
an ocean of chlorophyll
time stopped,
so did I; looked back, lost faith
and sank into greenness
that took my breath away.
Fear helped me up to the surface
and I swam to the lane,
dried myself on thistles that
burned my skin dry,
sat under an olive tree,
waited for my youth to join me;
it didn’t make it
and I lamented the passing
of eternity.

by jan oskar hansen

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