Aase Berg Poems

battlefield molossoids, gigant elephants, the smoke from war stallions, the block print from the chest supports and diaphragms, shivering clamp-thighs, inner muscles, sunk into seat -
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Against the face of Ivo in a cathedral of writhing through days and nights in the steel.

Ivo can climb gloom-blue up through the dimensions in the girders of the highest Ferris Tower - along the beams of geometric direction toward the heavy self.
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The bedrock wrenches its mass and ends up in the right notch. Continental plates topple and are cleft. Come Leatherface, my love, glide into the face of the secret's bestial longing. Feel the surface contact that boils shakes hard beneath the fragile grainboundaryskin.
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Whales want water
hollow in water
lightness in fatness
flight in blubber
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The rubber tumbler glides
along the uneons of time
The eons of echo time
One rams into walls
of one's opposite
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here hangs the bite
waiting for blubber
for many thousand years
of slowness
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Tabula rasa -
the set table

razed under
its own weight
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While the mud slowly stiffens on the table top and
on the woman's body smeared in mud cracks Golem
the intestinal parasite folds out and reaches the stage
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I want to be a bird. Birds are never free.
They are in complete control.
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My little girl steps into a room, any room,
and announces herself: ‘Ich bin Alma!'
When you dis me, it doesn't have anything to do with me.
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