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Heraclitus
fragment 119
forget the place you are at
or become aware of it
Fastidious palates thundering liars sweethearts in the throng
a soft beauty turns around
the drunkenness subdued
& Singers slowly walk by
The sound of naked soles / of feet
the sound of naked souls
Others moved away from here
I moved into myself
I live here in the meaning of life
my slow fate a short story
I live in myself
wherever I am
Darkness over the history of the city over the population of the city
darkness over the cemeteries of the locality over disused military training grounds
darkness over run-down textile factory buildings
from textile to text
Borås a poem that's not finished
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bor-s/
