That is all the thoughts of the heads Poem by Ann Jäderlund

That is all the thoughts of the heads



That is all the thoughts of the heads. When one
in one's thoughts turns around. One destroys one's
approaches. Boiling and boiling again.
Accumulations which look like
elastic parts. But what is elasticity? You who
were my friend then? During that time
which never again can make
demands on anything.

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