Excerpts from
Marionette Dreams
By Thomas Boberg
A Wedge of Light
To keep
the shine of the calm sea that my gaze
throws out over my journey´s
horizon
I gather in myself
the current that vibrates my nerves
on fire
to a field of dark love
and fear
I hone to a blade´s
whettet edge
where I painfully balance
Things
fall back in the dusk
of yesterday
faintly lit by memory
Conversations, impressions
the last scap
of clouds flying
into the siesta´s uneasy
space
split, spread
in the speed of the years´ bygone
I set off
in the gleam of the light
that strikes into me like a
wedge
as I´m pushed out into
the night
Out there, the Hyades
the rainstars that drip
their shining death
over my life
so I can
turn a circle around
the place
that is my secret
where I am to be lost
without trace
Translated by Anne Born
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