The Way Out. Poem by Peter Berglind

The Way Out.



Unexpectedly but also alternately
enter a path by
that from a sidetrack.
A vacuum sounds
good man clear up himself
and seemingly parallelized
this thought and abrupt shifts
elapsing something inly
and says…
Of the damage one becomes wise.
Square- shaped guilt etches through
and I’m looking back over the horizon.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014
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