THE WORDS on the paper Poem by Tone Hødnebø

THE WORDS on the paper
are exchangeable for anything: you, we, us
a person's life is quickly told
and a number is a number, Pythagoras said
a sybaritic cat is following
god knows how many times
hard on my heels

I throw the dice
to gain time I will have to lose it
you must peak through your eyes
even though it's like hiding;
not to say anything is also to speak.
I do not stumble, I fall
and this is just the beginning.