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1 SIGFRIDSSON
AS ONE
GOTSALA 46
PHOTOGRAPHY BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ALL RIGHTS OWNED BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ISBN 978-91-979005-3-9 ISBN 978-91-979005-0-8
PRINTED EDITION E-BOOK
I AM
Wanted a slumber down in the valleyclose by almond trees in worthy bloomRing the always longed for lyre tones.
But, became another
Wished to stand free in dark green autumncleansed from all the living years’ hard grin
To live and die pretty as an autumn leaf.
But, am by mistakes tied
Became rainfall, cold calling winds, trust in Fate,a brief scent before death,
as scythed nettle,broken citrus leaves,
autumn land after night rains
It wishes to shatter here
between the gravel and the foliage
Finding the worst love
That, which could not be found
But, I can undoubtedly love
when there is something to love
I am laid opened, as one solely unrotten,in the apple basket given to the sorrowsI am so strangely hard, so oddly grained,to be carried away from abandoned mills
Knowing all waving wind-flowers Sun kissedThose, beautifully crestfallen, already dulled,worn inside a heart that was nearly enoughand to your refusal have never been missed
For me, betrayal is not good enough,cleanest love violated,
the ruins’ clothesor my own will’s struggle slaughtered
I am entangled,stricken down in quenching pettiness
I am grieved,filled with all the days’ nothingness
I am mist raised,clouded, covered underneath weakened will
I am hidden,with this unreachable cold-hammered need
I am glowing snow on frozen stockin memory’s burned down forests
I am incarcerated,left where blemishes are left
I am my winnings pulled away,taken and swept in a gulp
I am a still night cloud, a raised scent of leaves,that will never find the Worlds again
Holding the Tree you know carries your leaveswhile we break its limbs
I am this.
I am what you never can feel or know
IN YET ANOTHER AUTUMNFALL
Dream me in rowanwreathed autumnforest dayswhere shimmering clings near the sleeping fieldsmeanwhile a broken mist stumbles, lifts — Rises
And a silent rain sweeps — The bonfire hisses
Travelling mist covered
And soon it dawns again — Again
Watching wilderness, playing with dry leaves,eating my thistles carefully and gifting smilesbeneath days of past in mirrored greyish skies
And have alone been stuck — Where Time stopped
The almost unnoticed waves in the mountain creekare listening near to the pleasing small drops of rain,
watching this forest thin slowly with this Autumnand knew these leaves would fall in here — Again
Travelling mist covered — TracelessAnd soon it dawns again — Again
Reached an early marsh under slow leaf falling,herein may serenity caress and milden
You, Autumnland, are Death’s lost portentAnd soon a winternightwind was heard calling
GOTSALA
Wandering primeval forest, through swamps and over meadows
Living on reed root, lingo berries and blueberries Tasting the smell of wet moss and resin
Carry me to glimmering lights from the pond mirrors where the bed beside here is laid spruce twigs in a glade
Handed a handshake to the dew
when the hearts storms were overcome Casted cleansed from the poverty need
to find myself rested near the trees
I shall make snow here Wrap myself in soft moss
Climb inside the faded flowers underneath ill-painted dark skies
Molts of cold
Mist rests
Breaking sleep off
Inside this waiting the inner life-achievement is done
Learning to live
Again
WINTERFELLED
Letting your nightsnow glimmer
Calming the storm while ice snare branches
And it is winterstill
by sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,by thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades
Winterfelled,
rime grabs hold of the brancherylike we hear our groaning steps silenced
Listen.
Be quiet now, snowfall,
right here, by the spruce, the winterbird eats for its lifewhile Death wants to say something about the sorrows
— I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,one the world skyembraced sprinkled splintered answersand left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,one so aloned, leaving all my sorrows over wrong graves
In tears collecting the dead heart before the sick
The last sight endearing land of blood and stonesas I squint over all of this too thin-sown beautyfrosty nights caught frozen in a shined darkness
Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, Endtime dozed away,want something higher the flames of will sent me burnt in here
In tears collecting the living heart before the dead
MY LOVE
THIS IS THE TENDER EMBRACE OF LOVE!
Binding twigs against darkness, the threatening, which threatens to burn all our heartsongs
and take what is lovable from its curing
A young Ash bends down to answer
Flowers step up and play!
My love is for springs, blackberries and rainbows! My love is for silver fir trees and wild grown pear trees! My love is the sun-warmed cowslip slopes and paddocks!
I kiss the wind healthy, smiling with the skies here,
laughing at the curious fox there! An appreciation of the volatile you learn
whereas we to our heart pick berries!
The wagtail trips, the worms lay on a line A twig is broken on the ground far from a town
Stone shards stand in a circle The cornflower knows everything!
My love is for the groves, wild strawberries and ponds!
My love is for mushrooms and extensive valleys! My love is the glittering creeks and mountain trails!
MY LOVE IS FOR EVERYTHING WORTH LOVING!
RAINED
Rain thickens the skies, dresses the landscape
A heavy rain wets the forest, dances in the stream,bends bilberry shrubs placed upon the mossed stones
while running rills nearby through the thicket, as for a dream
Stumbling roots — diverting wounds
There! Sunbeamembraced wild treeshidden mountainwreathed wastelandstrengthens what memories miraged:
Strangely Reality has been branched
There lies an arrow in the rain, shot,brought here, stuck into a forsaken heart
Sent here silenced, bittered and lived
Stopped.
Rained in sea
LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS
Let me be in all the days where wild strawberries are attached to straw,
where lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves
Let me search for four-leaf clovers Let me gladly drown the sorrow
and become the real in me Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover
Let me create four-leaf clovers!
LET ME!
Remaining here was this heart in its anciently dormant well
to retrieve, open and carryRaising myself
Letting me newkiss the wetlands’ sun-warmed cloudberries in the wilderness where the deer’s dances nightly with elks while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes
Raising myself
It takes a while
before the veils bend down
Gone
are dusted membranes
AWAITED
Awaken in the moment mists climb the mountain
Writing three words; Not a word —on molten fragile leaves the winds have thrown around
I hasten there, up to, close to almond trees in its new,refilling calm and leaving behind tears from a joyousthat will soon trickle me away fast against this worldas missed moments of beauty finds sorrows for days
Eagles and ravens follow through the valley glenhome to how Wind caresses the clouds slightly — Home
Here — over these chamomilestrewn tracks that meanderson a gathered freodpath far away from the wound’s revilers
Hold me as one always awaited, present and sorely missed,owning these memories that was worthy to be left alone
and continue to blossom sweetly here, even after my death
Shifting —Moving eyes between Light and the afterglow of darkness
The night has torn itself, sending lovewords to the Universe again,kissing the stars eyes softly, tenderly, without any frailty to remain
IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL
Leaned against this mirkened fence are we found equally bleached,
beaten by sun, rain and winter cold
The wait was like cracks around ice-holes, in cold, not reliable and in complete inadequacy, for the scum’s loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks,
refused me to blossom anew during my withering
It all just carried on, kept creating that — nothing, when all of this suffering bred forth its pitifulness
So, show me a memory freed from complaint here, but honourable to my eyes can only Knowledge be
I am the quarry of Life’s faults with my pathfound steps
Loved
Always feared
Hated
Always hailed
IN CLARITY MIST
JOY! Smithen here in thy strength,always be Viet honourable wisdom to embrace
and sweetened glitter, glim, IN CLARITY — MIST
TRUTH! Honour is all love,Life won high and dignified to the alone
secrets poured blood, IN CLARITY — MIST
MIGHTS! Open our Reality,now carefully touch the skies risted earth
and watchfully let us remain, IN CLARITY — MIST
ALLODJORD
See
earth fill cloth
Hear
ditches in still trickle
Hamstringing Fate.
Waiting three Sundays
Breaking nested dusk — CracksOpening the drum — CracksFrozen solid wells — Cracks
Making torched night paths there black-clad birds danceswhile the moon bites caress inside a Windkissed harvest
Lifting,
pressing land and mountains home to Godan blood
BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woods turned into dust
in a last kiss of grey
Two footprints under the turf Two dead at this place again
Our eyes are still here,
crowned over perfection, for we kissed the lack of death
and put stones on thistles
We’re awaken, seen in wounds
Heal, we heal
IN STILLNESS YOUR NAMES ARE WHISPERED
Have caught the swallows shriek Laid dead flowers on the meadow
Searched fragments of hardened memories
Incarnating a kiss from memory.
Renascent
A window through the treetops shows its shards’ glow over the ground
It is spoken here with bird words where our embers become burning
Standing in and by the solid Tree
we cry happiness in the warm rain
In this high, bright and blue, above the plum trees blooming,
down by the hyacinths beneath the skies, we were embraced here to protected be
STAND TREE!
Stand tree with your branches as arms’Stand tree robed clean in blue and gold
Stand tree in skin of bark of our innermost saved
Shards, our richest shards of cried blood
created for happiness and sweetness, worthy of our own home carried bliss
In stillness your names are whispered
Like fog thrown
Dream without sleep Sigh in wind
That was the memory
Care for it tenderly
STONESWISDOM!
How embarrassing you have become,your scent too near the madhouse
sings its sorrows without any good motives
What wisdom has cannot be usedwhen what wisdom lacks is asked for
From the remains think yourself cleanand take the heart freed from words,
for the thoughts upon your pathwhere no one wish to wander
crawl down in the groundwhere nothing can grow
and carve ruins of the yearsto a paltry salary
in shadowlike kneeling,in self-effacing moaning
Clean tears fall only in wordsconsolidated under vanity’s shelter
where they loved with barbed wire and mockeryto a great thrill for all our words’ tragic handouts…
Words to the sting, given joy filled lust,to wishing wells’ finalized completions,made to participating, present answersNear The Altar of Fate nailed to remain.
Most alike the believed picture of you is hailedor creeps down to another backlash reaction
and becomes its own conclusions’ executioner;slanderer, and eventually the own wills whoretherein depredated flesh from the thoughts sitas harrowed, in ridiculous unpalatable qualms,hailing spilling, tearing down inherited rights,while monarchy and democracy lie stupidity
upon a conspiring and deranged slaughter tableunder imitation, unwanted shiny residues,
showing the highest heights’ devised murder
Spring water in swamps will swamp water be.
GIVE LIFE!
Being cut new scarsBeing made new deathwords
All new wither anewOverripe means rotten
Sculpted stone is stone!Teach the autumn leaves survival!
Cleanse me from your surfaces.
Cobweb shudderCaptured hung in pieces
Coldembraced, misharvested and patinated
At home in permafrost
Sole host and sole guest
Left burned out
Send my well documented threatening letters to Suffering
No answer
Send a complaint to the Kastalian well
Answers
Waiting
Moving
Our Sun rites belong to all districtsinside of Sunsigned and Treesigned
Remaining here until the Olympian
Give life, loved!Give life in this chilled air
Give life in this sight over the districtGIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE!
The Observer,cared for autographs of symbolismand honestly missed glad memoriesall while the creeks so deeply dughad not yet reached to the oceans
The Collector,wished for words of diamonds,
an utility game against vermin’s dancingThat the pen, the weak’s defense,
once again would usurp the feel of living
Numbing unwillingness is starved
Nightly cleansing baths
Drinking healing spring water as an obsessed
The Sun glitters over the valley
GLADED
HEAR! Now take the path here — Come and be gladed!
Gladed! —
Taken from worries, remembering glittered creekwater,we’re rushed to, binding herein, lovely daybreak’s new!
Wandered! —Peacefilled with sweet harsh common fern tastetaking steady morning steps on dewloved path!
Entranced!
We wriggle the bolt off into brushwood’s hiding places,finally twig off this drunken suffering carried us forth,for Gladness, when facing life, wish to escape quickly!
Loved —
lifting gently worn out glances to spring-set our fallow,discerning forest still sighing, nourished clean of this light,hastening the trip, fast cloth, wreath us in living grandeur!
Whispered —
at the end of the glade Truth searched; owned its answernext to a dull green, soft and willing, a leaved fair cravingcut with richest imaginable berry-flowers cleanest needs!
We thread gladed forth, running welled up, and come here silently,for soon the flowering is gone and the years have us kissed through!
STEPS BEHIND STEPS
Time stares me with eyes so scarred that the heart flees
The cold is beckoning
Steps behind steps were heard
I flow united with the stream water
where the mists speak to the cypresses
Raise me as drowned Slaughter me as given Grow me as thoughtTaking wordtears in
Taking fragments home
My real rituals’ fairest slices poured chasted inside libations lay fulfilled, given and opened,
to All-reconsolidating and liberating
Steps behind steps were firstly heard where the strikes bends, then breaks, as Times trails are heavily trod upon and all forgiveness demands tributes
A SOLITARY SHADOW WITHOUT A NAME
SEE THERE!
Over the field wander a solitary shadow without a name who silently carries dusk till dawn into his own embrace
See him from this night, while it tenderly calms, holds him He was born of Time between the Sun and Moon’s journey
Let him Victorykiss Lif’s upcoming dawning! Let him own Troth as his voice in this world!
LISTEN!
Wishing to be sea smoke, fleeting and untouchable, into; and with this dawninglight transform herein, steal the hatred from these gashed pathtaken steps and once again be brought the Truths to be lived in
Standing in grey till All is realized to be of Light!
Loving All here until naught is left me missed here!
Letting me Victorykiss Lif’s dawning! Letting me own Troth as my own voice!
Over the field wander a loved man of his name who has carried dawn and dusk to our embrace
THE THIRD WOUND
Early, just before the day notices me, scars me again,comes The First Wound driven up from the earth
and speaks coldly, in a chilled and lightbroken night:
I am the wind-extinguished light,the dearest sorrowfriend you met,all those left traces in the marsh
The Second Wound, cast around self-defence,gorged in a hopelessly coldstricken embrace
that has soon used up all of this vulnerabilityand reached in to Time to be awaken as bent:
Sorrow has played too long on its own boardwith Life set up to become a fickle nothing
(Hidden times were fully rooted in advanceas Fate now hands in herself as fully written.)
Final peels of pity scraped down
A cold grip soon to be turned right
There, over this hushed duska trembling candle flickeringrisen as shimmering: Clarity,Home to the very last wound
TO THE FRAGMENTS OF TRUTH
It bitters
just before the sunrise find its dewand after the dew have been sipped
(Anyway, could never heal the nightswherein the hours stretched into dawn
while flames searched hard for the light)
Life searched (to leave me)
meanwhile Sun silently extinguished the mistsby the still and calm mountain ash over the creek
Life will come (to love me)
in certainty,in the violets waving forestshadows
TO LIFE BEG
Still in longing our embrace stayed, in dead words,pressed against the field moisture to grow as refused
(Taking our love away from the labyrinthine answerson a night blackened heath)
Our tender moments searched in vain after its holdfor hardened by remorse will hope us now own alone
(Soiled and completely slainthis heart in direness is forced to stay)
I have to reflect this with my least loved grin:To Life beg
Meagerness has bared the weakness of words against our eye’s witness,glittered in dust’s helplessness; all these unmoving mirrors: Memories.
I have waited too long, been stuck and emptied,wherein immovable walls have built life’s game,and ordered the nonyears unwise unlust ended:
To be broken and buried
Dwelling here.
Learned about Death:Life infected by its own tearing
Have spoken sweetly and touched near the shimmer,and; dignifiedly hated
Cold,
love our farewell
Warm up the ground.
AS WORN OUT SHADOWPLAY
Listening.Remembering aged forestshine
Rainstrewn patternsWet leaves caressing the ground
Treading northnight.
Walking paths, learning the craft of wordless validity,through the moon’s vividly painted forest-shadows
over this sweet silence and wilted leaf soil
Remaining. Now in a dawn without words.
Standing beside the edge of the woods as a secret,as tired, failed and forgotten glimmered lumberwhere sorrows always are in a temporary frozen
Remaining anyway. Stuck.
I am forlorn-embraced,all too roughly ripped from this tearing uncertainty
unbeknownst my frail wild-strawberry time returnedand placed itself furthest away from un-necessity
Freedom?
Lingered on here under these lovingly sailing cloudswhile these charming wild-strawberry in the greenstood helplessly faired in appeal after forgetfulness
NAUD
Cure: Life and Death.
TIND LIGHT!
Wandered to burial mounds where the Oaths were given Risted The Path wherein was carried the longing of Worlds
FEEL!
Feel the torn initiated here to be forlorn
Hard the frost strikes secrets while a worthy is ripped apart, hardened
Torches flicker, cutting pieces from darkness
Making my leaves, hearing wolves’ songs
Quiet
The water called rain was givenWeak twigs were cracked
Still
Hear the streams carve the mountain while wetted leaves chatter
Night rain falls
Storm comes
The rain cried instead of me and for me
Hidden under the Trees arms beautifying anxiety and withering
with healing, resounding voices
Tind light for your life!
Tind light for our lives!
Tind light!
Tind light!
GLANCES WITHOUT WORDS
The broken white-heart cherry tree, split in the trunk as it was,
beautygrown to be and give; stands remembered
While rivulets trickle down before him
he removes worms from wild raspberries
Daydreaming that He reaches Time, The All Reality’s Naval itself
He, in lee safety under shelter He, which is calmed by the rain
HOPE
LUST
WILL
SUN returned with eyes scarred
He is redeciphered,
violated and tarnished
He is made unseen, outshined by illusion and left leafless
Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness
Into the fold to be corrected wrong and poorly eat betrayal and wretch
He gives glances without words
Flickered
This borne within, devouring, hate’s real despair,
froststrikes this inconsolable life to all the Worlds in their waiting
You will find only healthy stains
which will appear to be as like unlike to feed more of the actual hindrance which refused this Önd’s greatness
Cease commanding my reality-answers after your will-belief of whim emotions Taking me now from this unbearable,
away from the existence of wassail, but…
YOUR SOUGHT DIMINISHMENT WILL NOT REACH ME!
HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!
KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!
GRABBING THE DEATH BREAD FROM US ALL!
CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!
GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!
TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES
INITIATING.
Here all eyes beginand take us from seeingof sagacious similarities
home to the realities
Strewing you with thistles,for that to be sieved is already dead
Taking my blue away from your eyesA slab of meat left
Taking those mirrors of shallownessStriking the laughter you gave
Duped remained your lifeTaking you
off.
Given you have been by the hours of lightwhich trickled down here through the cloudsas you were destined to among us be found,but step by step your betrayal was nurtured
I spoke straight to the carrdrownedwhere the bitterness of his grave met:
Your blanket was of a cloven glorywhile Oaths gone and freely piggiedand strolled around after suckling
Now denied you cry in your sty
Eyes openingCore falling on stone
Flower nevermore
Now the meat endsRipping Önd from The PathTo die right is the greatest
You have come to The Path’s end.
AN INSWEPT WINDTRACE (MEMORIES)
Living in my words — forthcoming memories.
(Living replanted — sown as a fieldshadow.)
When the misty streaks nightly with me wanderedwhile I, in silent forests to fields slowly searchedwhere torn away embraces had the heart emptied
I am outlawed, in a sneaking wind hidden,concealed by the night leaves’ worn fading
Desolation.
Drinking The Well before the longing grows inevitable
Taking forth my last alone path
Dragging down pitiful, weatherbitten, wet soil,into a dusty shack at the foot of the pineforest ridgewhere sun cuts through the gaps in the wood boards
Unnoticed.
Inswept windtraces steps in with the coldand nothing is left me here to remain — untouchable
TO LIF’S KINGDOM
Riding forward and Sign from the Path to Life
Lif’s Kingdom shall crowned come
Come closer
Touch Life and Death here
We are not mere meat and shadows
We are Önd’s remained from Holy Times From Time in Time guarding and helping
We shall never be seen begging at our own table upon our owned, this too long infested World!
Vermin qualm in stolen wisdoms, making black and white of colours and raising houses with stolen bars
So separate yourself from need like a leaf beckoning its winter!
Let Viet’s suffering be eradicated here!
Let Lif’s coming world reign!
The Ravens cry in the forest
The fog presses itself over the meadow and fades
The Spear is thrown.
Time has come.