I have seen Odin coming from the fjords
He was carved at the top of a wooden house
He had colours of gold surrounding him
He had that beautiful ship and was so sure of himself
With his birds around him
That told him everything
Then the waterfall ran below my feet and
And I looked at how it comes and how it goes
I hoped that it washed away the fears
Together with its whiteness and force
It was weird to think that once
Everybody made their own house
With this readymade stuff we have
We live our readymade lives.
Then I thought about the swings in the middle of the woods
And the swings we had when we were kids
At the walnut tree at my grandmother's house that we could not use
When the cars parked
at least
in the middle of the forest,
the swings are safe
a happy childhood can pass here
a nostalgia ran through me
the dark and narrow passages reminded of us
life is like fjords and you need to row
till you reach the sea
and maybe who knows one day to the ocean
and to the other side
you reach and you fulfil, you die and you become one with the earth
but that journey in a hurry,
with a fury that counts,
those voices you made as you fall down
It all counts it all counts
then you move fast and then you move slow
you go steep and you go slow
like a waterfall we live
like a waterfall we die
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