Conversation December 2, 2014 6:02:06 PM – 6:02:49 PM

Which night followed the night? In a different autumn, I would have been embarrassed by sampling. Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night?

On the balcony, this stream of new words, new sentences: You sparkle somewhere down there on my pages. Which night followed the night?

Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night?

Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night? We thought of giraffes, cheetahs an

Conversation December 2, 2014 5:57:31 PM – 5:59:52 PM

By the outermost shores we found a small, green stone. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes.

Then I saw the third night in the stillness, in the distance. It is like that.

I don’t disappear. On a big piece of white paper.

Of all the shining, reflecting, dull. What do you count to? What do you count to? What do you count to? What do you count to?

What do you count to? What do you count to? What do you count to?

What do you count to? What do you count to? What do you count to?

Ocean December 2, 2014 5:49:23 PM – 5:51:11 PM

Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes. Star continent. You say something about the sun. The wall around the words. You reach out your eyes towards shores to come. I don’t want to lose you, I whispered in your dream, and let my heart beat softly against your body. I could feel the fragile truth.

As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories.

Landscape December 2, 2014 5:44:05 PM – 5:48:13 PM

My one pen is red and the other is black. The lime. Then someone tried his hand at literary debate. Incomprehensible sentences to dress in. The light followed the shadows and found reflection in the flagstones, the windows, the darkness. Nothing is deeper than the skin? Some are stoned while trying to catch a dull, dusty router.

If I wanted your gaze. I get the day going, writing quietly. Your sentences.

Landscape December 2, 2014 5:20:58 PM – 5:23:39 PM

I read random collections of poetry. We have the same eyes. Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes.

I sat and listened to the blue, blue sky, the laundry and the pigeons, seagulls, swallows (were they really swallows?). The cloud hid something from the birds.

Darkness we just called darkness and let its blanket pull itself into the day like a turbulent cloud filled with the most fragile gravity.

Conversation December 2, 2014 5:09:48 PM – 5:12:06 PM

Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things. Together we mapped the order of things lying down. In the lips and in the skin. Desertion. Assertion. Did you know that? You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. I get the day going, writing quietly.

I could forget what is forgotten. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. Parts of your dreams fell out between your lips. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains.

You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains.

Ocean December 2, 2014 5:08:30 PM – 5:09:44 PM

In the night a distant voice had nearly fallen asleep. Sentences are an ocean. Write me into your lips. Someone has turned his sweater inside out. Desertion. Assertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.

Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.

Desertion.

Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.

Conversation December 1, 2014 6:11:40 PM – 6:15:24 PM

I listened to your heart. And yet, was it the big systems I feared? I found a line somewhere under my bookcase. I would like to give you all my diamonds. The sand. Behind the diamonds. I drew black squares on your skin to make sure everything was real. Then I saw the third night in the stillness, in the distance. Did you know that? I read random collections of poetry. I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. I sat and listened to the blue, blue sky, the laundry and the pigeons, seagulls, swallows (were they really swallows?). I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. The words, small tops of foam.

Conversation December 1, 2014 5:56:46 PM – 5:59:07 PM

By the outermost shores we found a small, green stone. Where does ruined language want to go? I sat alone in the sun. Was the wind really blowing? Star continent. This is how you answered. I sat alone in the sun.

I could not phrase those sentences. The Town of Avedöre, three forgotten bars of a pop hit. I sat alone in the sun. I sat alone in the sun. It’s just that… Sentences whispered through the laundry and dropped a few caresses on my skin.

I sat alone in the sun.

I sat alone in the sun.