Transtromer



Satellite eyes


The ground is rough, no mirror.
Only the coarsest of spirits
can reflect themselves: the Moon
and the Ice Age.

Come closer in the dragon haze!
Heavy clouds, milling streets.
A rustling downpour of souls.
Barrack squares.


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