Author: blinded by selfies
we walk straight into
the quicksand
we walk straight into
the quicksand
a fish thinks
it thinks
to slow down autumn
“What need have I for this, what need have I for that – I’m dancing at the feet of my lord, all is bliss, all is bliss”*
on repeat
she fears it’ll break
the bubble
in the carpenter’s level
:
blindet af selfier
går vi direkte ud
i kviksand
en fisk tænker på
om den tænker
for at sinke efteråret
“What need have I for this, what need have I for that – I’m dancing at the feet of my lord, all is bliss, all is bliss”*
på repeat
hun frygter den vil briste
boblen
i vaterpasset
* A track from Shakti’s first album
