A Dream

Norway-fjords-Aurlandsfjord To see the sky

with no tangent

vapours marking

its jetted limits…

To see the land

unboxed, its concertina

scars flooded

and weeping…

To see the mirror-straits

deepest stars, like lagan

lanterns guiding salmon

to spawn…

To sit unseen in lost

habitats among

the spectres of lives

forgotten…

To breathe in…

unhindered.

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