Mikael Ejdemyr - dreams

Dreams are stolen cars smashed in the downfall they float in Viskan like wasted books they glow in the dark like food wagons full of stones in a country without human needs we end up far out on a loose broken bridge that protrudes above the high and violent waterfall up there we fall asleep and sleep all night chased my hand in front of me is my eyes on my way to an unknown night in Kolkata a frightening night in New York

Mikael Ejdemyr

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