Longtidude Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Longtidude



The Longitude

Woke up by the stream
of kind nature
I had no recollection
of a past,
this was now, an expanding
presence,
as water rings made
by a stone thrown into a lake,
till it runs out of energy
sinks to the bottom
where other stones that,
used to be mountains rest,
and there is
for the exceptions of
a few commas
unpunctuated stillness

Monday, March 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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