April 1997, San Francisco
When a four-dimensional existence
Is metamorphosed into a
two-dimensional plane
Feelings grow like mad germs
and devour everything in the darkness
You search the meaning in vain
As if the words possess all the power you once owned
It does not matter
Whether you are grandiose or notorious
History stomps through the shambles
Passions make no more difference
Only the anemic ones are left
They weep
and
sigh
in
the whimsical
shadow
and light
*Humsum: Norwegian Nobel Laureate of literature in the first half of the century
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