Early morning, what is the quivering calmness evading?

Karlstad! Tall gods and goddesses flash by

speeding… before the City Hotel

Empty streets; ice lake, European container houses with no one…

As a heart from 2011 walks on a stone bridge of 1797

the naked birch tree nerves terrify me

In March, a textile factory springs out of the forest

Klässbols!

Please! Stir furiously the art of afternoon. In harmony

yet another god speeds past —

I see a Chinese scientist holding an iPhone

crossing the Swedish sky like a falling star