Peter Berglind Poems

What a virtue that this prospectus even persist,
but precarious as a totempole.
The resonance reminiscent of something purling.
If only a trombone could sound to this sequence,
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Although at times, it´s arrive a gust
that feels nuanced by a grassrot level.
It drops but still
takes an intersection at.
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Unexpectedly but also alternately
enter a path by
that from a sidetrack.
A vacuum sounds
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Along at an extended edge…
Standing empty, ruminating and looking for password.
Confused and a bewildering darkness
whirling round inwardly.
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A perception takes a turn,
partly an indication and the indicator
gives an inkling of a forecast
of spiritual squirm.
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Navigates in haze
while space and gap
is in interval.
An atmosphere arises
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