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Green and blue lights, park prose, layered poems

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(THIS ARTICLE IS MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)

By Gunstein Bakke
Skien, March 2017

Industry: Latin, "diligent"

To be rejected is also to be rejected, to enter on an outside, a series of outside, silo on silo, container on container, wall on wall, without windows, without visibility, and only here in the exterior or excluded is there a form of context or flow, while all the inside remains guarded, encrypted, beyond. But on those insides, connections are formed that become part of our products and with us and in us, as we breathe and rub ourselves in, substances that change the way we look at each other, our nervous system and the reproductive ability of fish and the intervals between each time we thinking about needs and how we think about needs and not least integrating distance, rejection and speed in the body: the insides we are denied access to will in the next turn become our own.

Porsche: Latin Myrica mad, English bog-myrtle, sweet gale

This is Herøya, her we, and yet not; we are turned off here . Until, completely out of circulation, in a vehicle, with a caution that both means and excludes danger: the utmost relevance by calling this "safari". The Outside, there are people with luminescent vests and helmets, gas masks, on foot and on bicycles, through tales of nocturnal drones and firecrackers, that the ground's endless poisonous masses must have spawned a dragon, big breath in the middle of the night, flared howls, nerve fever, aurora mercurialis. Substance that changes the DNA of dreams. The dim light, the light only dying looks: the same as the light that burns blue.

Park: by gml. French, "walled forest or plain for wildlife"

They look at us, the ones out there, for obvious it is vi who is on exhibit, vi which appears. We have a number we can call, we call it: Today our level is justifiable. Don't let us out. And we have one body, it's two. It is a great feeling, which is also what I mean when I mean myself; in this feeling we are unique, rich, equal. The other body keeps it going for its own machine, absorbs and separates, reacts and works, a kind of weather system. We don't have much to do with it, those out there are more involved. When the right processes are initiated, we will become even more spongy and at some point muddy.
to sink or simply sink, simply and tangibly. Everything is part of the negotiation between the soft and the hard, inside and outside.

Porcelain: by Italian, "Venus mussel"

it in an ocean that can stop floating &
it in a mountain that is rumored and air &
that is Grenland deep in the bottom
& that in an air that satisfies everyone

requirements for sound long-term landfill
&

what is stored in thoughts what we say when we forget
to talk that which only moves in very light sleep &
that is, being quiet
until everything is recalibrated

& // light can carry everything that is black, darkness can only carry the white //

&
that lives its life deeper and deeper
so that the eye area slowly as a kind of sunset
covered by skin & an ocean
which, like childhood, nourishment and death
of 0,13% magnesium

& the importance of silicates for our sensitivity
& the use of between and through in analysis
of rock and parent species

// & the only thing we know is that we work //

&

electrolysis becomes effective in dreams
far beyond the splitting strategies where the mountain opens up & a skeleton
weighs one to two kilos:
that it is at the very core we are the easiest
also reaches the moisture in the tongue where we go in to love from without
has peeled us sufficiently away
to lay a foundation for another life while envying our ancestors
all their cruelty and innocence &

// whatever we wait for who will kill us //

& the most volatile compounds are those that cut the quietest
in the oldest dreams where a creature crawls out of the cave
and say I'm your body
now you must wake up and deny me
three times before the cock crows

now you have to wake up and live

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