There is a very serious thing
under the iridescent light.

There is a very simple thing
under the complicated mess.

And a very complex object
under the simple thing.

And a very difficult subject
under the games we play.

A poem is a performance

of loneliness and sadness
without despair

or sadness and despair
without loneliness

or despair and loneliness
without sadness.

In any case, a performance.

Through His love,
an image becomes us;
In His wisdom,
it is what it is.

Danish

We pride ourselves on
"hygge"

but we have no word for
pleasure

and we can't distinguish
a victim

from
a sacrifice.

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revised 21.10.26

What poetry keeps implict
philosophy makes explicit.

What to unfold?
Wisdom warns us.

Who to enfold?
Love urges us.