ur Yamis journal (64-69 septuRnus)

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septuRnus 64

Hey igen, Yami! Vi har inte skrivit din dagbok sedan många stunder

nu. Du stängde in oss i kamerahuset,

bakom linsskyddet och vi har haft ett delikat helvete att hitta

ut. Du tänkte enbart på att bilderna syns sålänge som DU

tittar. Vi har fått leva inuti

mörkret, blott bländade av dina inspirationsögonblick. Skulle vara

smidigare för oss alla ifall vi fick uppträda i digital form.



septuRnus 65

Alla poeter tycks ha rest på semester. Du trodde att de är på semester

alltid,

precis som du, fast du är hemma och arbetar. På sistone

har vi börjat bli figurer, riktiga i plast. Din dotter,

Yami, har gömt oss överallt i rummet

där man minst vet det, t o m bland låtlyriken. Vi anade aldrig att du

har en dotter. Så hög tid nu att ni plockar fram ett slott åt oss!



septuRnus 66

Ni somnade båda samtidigt, som om du redan var färdig,

Yami. Mitt i morgonen vaknade du med din hand tätt ovanpå

hjässan din. Vilka milda makter är det

som du undermedvetet håller borta?? Sugpropparna på

dina fotsulor och bläckfiskskallen i knäskålen skvallrar om

att apparaten redan seglat ut från din stad

medan du försöker rulla stenblocken allt djupare in i apans framtida minnen.



septuRnus 67th

Good morning, Yami! Suddenly your diary

is in english. Don't be afraid - it's only

another sign of widened consciousness. You thought that we

were aliens (since we're not on facebook), but now you've come to realize it's you

who are the real alien. Even in your old glasses you can't remember

when you first came to this town. However - if you were spirited away

from some faraway moon, we already know.



septuRnus 68th

Since you've lived before, we have many memories

to choose from. Soon it's time again, Yami, to discover

the first time when you looked at

this pussycat belonging to a lady you didn't know. And now

when you know her even from behind, it's impossible

to just grab those buttocks and make action. If you don't want us to read your every

feeling, then give us some other thoughts to write about.



septuRnus 69th

We are still waiting for the seventh samurai. Could it be you,

Yami? You're standing in the doorway of

your demons, with three stories in each hand,

so very incommensurable that you wish they rather were some monchichi monkeys who's now got moustasche and grown a little older. But the truth

is so big and wide-open

that it includes every point of view you run through it. That's why

there's always some third fruit when two figures are in fucking love with each other.



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