Jag
jag ska berätta om en natt och en dag
eller
om det nu var tvärtom

Hur
Som
Helst

min historia börjar i gryningens skymning
det var fortfarande mörkt för någon hade täckt solen med svarta regnbågar
Jag
gick längs med motorvägen för jag hade missförstått tågens tidtabell
eftersom alla
dött
av oro för hjärt- kärlsjukdomar
så låg horisonten öde
det var skönt att slippa trafiken men tråkigt med alla liken
mitt rim gladde mig

Nej vänta
jag ljuger
vi börjar om

Historiagryningensskymmningmörktsolensvartaregnbågarmotorvägtåg
OCH
alla hade dött/men det var inte oron
det var vattnet, döden fanns i vattnet
var annars? döden finns alltid i vattnet
jag vet det därför lever jag och talar
kom ihåg
döden
finns
alltid
i
VATTNET

Det var den  gudfruktiga prästen som förgiftade haven
jorden skulle renas med en ny syndaflod
(denna gång utan varken flod eller ark)
alla litar på vatten/jag litar inte på vatten
därför lever jag/därför är dem döda
jag ler och himlen sörjer

I
Alla
Fall

solen steg på himlen as I walked
a strange dizziness struck me
the black rainbows receded to their filthy lairs
and sun filled me with what was left of hate in the world
it spread like a disease from my tears
hit the ground and set the fields on fire
it was to no good
a pretty picture drawn on a hidden canvas
I
I was tempted to look
but my mom always told me firestorms were bad for your character
she was of course dead
I mean they were all dead
all but me




never mind
I walked on because I missed the train and it was
/important/
to be
on time
always on time/time passed
smoke filled the air and the sun gave up
needless/to say/it was dark again

For what purpose?
for every purpose
I walked on
the city made of concrete stood through the fire
and so I stood in the city made out of concrete
for what purpose?
for every purpose I say

In the concrete city there was a concrete church with a concrete altar
upon the altar laid the priest and upon him I and Jesus looked with worried faces
the priests dead face calmly smiled for all else was dead like him
at last humanity was united/all but me

In
his hand the priest held a balloon and I filled the balloon with oblivion
and
with a sharpened sigh I popped it/and as I did
all stars exploded and filled the vast dark space with dust
IT ENDED
you understand
I destroyed all creation/it is all gone
and now
and now
and now I'm here
that's my story/all I remember/ all I am