— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Poul Lynggaard Damgaard
The personal approach
is the lie of perdition
The opportunity for dialogue was present,
but was engulfed by own reality.
The personal approach
is the lie of perdition
The opportunity for dialogue was present,
but was engulfed by own reality.
There is the curse upon all enquiries, that
questions and answers are the same.
Time makes you vulnerable, and you must keep away from
I hold the skin against my own hands.
The bread bleeds around a neck.
Here there are a thousand phones,
but not enough phones for everyone.