or / maybe

© Inger Kolff

or


maybe the search


for the bottom of eden


is not about rustle of birds
[yes, especially blackbirds] nor curls
from the chimney, nor tricks


into which my insanity


forced me [my mouth


with mistakes on continuously].
a material structure, forgetful
requests, knew the blind,


human kind is upset


when not settled.


there's something confusing, already
ahead, when unchangeable words
[to get distance to things


in a content of tingle]


remind me of nosebleed


or threat