I know we\u2019re meant to live
in the minute, but what if
that minute snatches us
too sharply, what if we fear
getting caught in it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do not like the knife
lying on the carriage floor, waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twelve black swans unfurl their wings as a man I know we\u2019re meant to livein the minute, but what ifthat minute snatches ustoo sharply, what if we feargetting caught in it? I do not like the knifelying on the carriage floor, waiting. I do not like howat each station, new people riseand say This is us. As if each stop defines them. Twelve black […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":20464,"template":"","categories":[56,11],"class_list":["post-20731","stsp_text","type-stsp_text","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-issue-26-issues","category-lyrik"],"yoast_head":"\n
I do not like how
at each station, new people rise
and say This is us<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if each stop defines them.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
waves from a boat called The Gambler.
All strung together by glances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what if we made up
that man, those swans,
the boat called The Gambler?
What if we made this entire train,
each fact our eyes quiver past?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a catastrophe some are
calm the worst is gone.
New people rise
and say This is us<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"