listen & see
’i'm here again
it's so good staying here
but i stay a short while
i float around in underwater hibernation
in a hotel connected to the electricity board and nourishing
but the wait makes me uneasy , i kick the fragility away
and shout i have to go - help
i explode out and the peace is gone
bathed in new light
i cry and i cry - disconnected
a ruined brain put on breasts
and fed by sleepwalkers’
’englar’ - ’angels’ , sigur rós
translated from icelandic
. . .
i found this my last summer butterfly
in my studio the other day .
it was unequivocally dying ;
colours fading , wingbeats changing down , fortitude frail .
it was the most beautiful butterfly i think i ever saw .
. . .