Where we linger and reign

Kneel before my sword of light

Blues bar

poems scribbled on small papers in tampere

a stream of divine

flies buzz, no

ears to her the

bliss

give two hands

a chance to dance

on rigid backs turned

to gods of the

daylight mass

hate to break this

to you, dear

reader: this pen

is in the hands

of a dyslexic

words carry but

the weight of

thought

under the colored

lamps, high spirits;

no way to share

the mind's sights

time loops around

eternity, only eyes

carry pure beauty

I am here and nowhere

is my home

wrapped around a

fragile pinkie that

breaks when I

hail from deep within

some day the

shattered tiny bones

can carry a weight

meant to be that of

the lightest heart

Midsommar