Erling Friis-Baastad
AVANT GARDE
How will I know you?
I am alone
and waiting still,
though never still—
I don’t even know
anymore
if it’s you or me
who is meant to arrive.
I press my ear
against the frozen ground again.
Are those your footsteps
or my own heart,
a devil’s music
louder and louder...
Copyright © 2007 Erling Friis-Baastad
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