Helrunar
nacht frost
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The city was night in the frost
long shadows fell from no eyes
there was a wreath of thorns made of nothing,
arching over the street...
underneath it was a wreck
(a cathedral without God)
a path led as if made of ice
no way out
Cold blood flowed through the emptiness
The alley... was a thicket
For one For a moment I felt on the back of my neck
the breath of a cornflower field in late summer.
Then the wreath of thorns spoiled the morning...