carry me easy,
the sun shines bright
in the days' mirror
opening craters
of fire and light.
Carry me along the streets
like a gasping fish
that's washed ashore.
Carry me as you sway
against the orchard's fence,
where people sit
and surrender their hearts
to the illusion of the day.
Hey, stay easy
on your wooden cot –
this day has an end,
an end without god.
HENRIK EDOYAN
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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