Dead people marching
the stars sing, air is still.
Foolish are tears and hopes
everything flows out of action’s namelessness
joy rises out of the thorn-pricked hand
everything is simple
as the trumpets’ dissolution.
Love sees – the army of power, the failing balance of the miraculous
love is overwhelmed life: dead people marching
(Gunnar Bjorling-other)
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