Sona

So full and blind
He is always waiting
For someone to arrive
Remote stars are fed
Narrating to us
Delightful tales

Can't reflect on muted figures
Can't deflect this dated sadness

So I looked at Drescher
And I could almost hear the ground slide
Shows of his drawings
And I could almost feel the sound
Of colours walking

Ardent, relaxed
He's been filled by others
Shelffish joys
Pleased to have heard
A single reading
And a single man

Can reflect on muted figures
And accept this past-lost sadness

So I saw Asawa
And I could almost feel the ground sigh
Of her sculptures
And I could almost hear the sound
Of wires yawning
"Oh look, he's walking"



Credits
Writer(s): Klæmint Hofgaard
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