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Come Wonderland I prayed for snow, but blades of gust cut my skin, and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones. I dreamed of change, of a white sheet covering the green, a world soft and cold -  A world forgotten and numb. - F  H Hakansson

Space Pirates On an ocean of stars the ship sailed away. The  flag waved HUMANITY but metal steered their course. - F H Hakansson

Atlas Oh, mighty titan, who carries the world on your shoulders. Will you let me share your burden and cradle a mountain in my arms? - F H Hakansson

Ray Morning can be hostile so light a candle at sunrise.  - F H Hakansson

Empty Once a heart. Now a hole. In the center A black void. There is a hole here. Water Water Came pouring down. There was a hole here. Now it’s gone. - F  H Hakansson

While working on a short story - I will hopefully publish tomorrow - I found this old poem in my notes. At first I looked past it because I was certain I had published it here already but upon closer inspection it seems I forgot. Or maybe I wanted to implement a consistent meter before publishing but … Continue reading Dusk →

Babylon's Embrace The thoughts living beneath my skin - how can they shape reality if bound by flesh? To compose music I cut trees with bones To create life I feed the sterile to maggots To write a story I become all and everything. If not conceived of  a jackal, how am I a prophet? These are … Continue reading Babylon’s Embrace →

Pacifier Rain poured from heaven. Thunder ruptured the sky. Men fled in anguish or drowned in sea. "Have you played enough, m'lord?" "One more apocalypse and I'll be done." - F H Hakansson