POISONING 16 Poem by Nils Christian Moe-Repstad

We were already poisoned: changing in shape
hasty to betray, we incinerated intimacy in all spaces

I would say what I should have said
in this and the previous century
but I entered into a contract with what I saw out the window
and chose the clouds

the We became homeless, I was the last emperor
don't forget that when your fields have no end
down by the sea and the islands and the waiting boats

I lie among feathers and wait for sea eagles
no disease in that, no humiliations
and the atmosphere is flipped: the exosphere is lowest

‘when the lungs are acclimated
and I can jump so high that I become weightless
I will soar with the eagles'

the universe is expanding
but the contract I signed with the clouds
is witnessed and registered in our solar system

if you wait for the morning fog this summer
it will seep in from the south, over the sea
over the islands, over the long fields

and if you attach a plastic cloth between the rails
on the balcony, it will collect more humidity than the skin

and you can sign in water
with your ring finger or your lips