Boing Being - Wednesday 7 - FEAR

WHEN night sleeps on your cheek,
when night sleeps under your cheek
the ghosts behind the wallpapers begin their song
motor scrap in heart
the lowest gate opens
into garage, on trip Alinen
twitching meat, cold ripples
here all the hands are present
on forehead, stomach, neck
the body loses its distance
it identifies only the forest in forest
the shout dresses the sleep
with brush of the pyramid hair in fire
you count square metres
trip to the stars, core of your fears

(as translated from Finnish into English with variety of online translators)