Munch-Petersen, Gustaf the ring

the ring

I have broken the floor
of my loneliness -
I dig the claws of my soul
deep into the rock -
downwards, downwards -

the rock of darkness
has devoured me -
all directions
but one are torn asunder -
downwards, downwards -!

I have broken the floor
of my loneliness -
softly, softly
I sink through the mountains
of blindness -

soon
I shall eat the scent
of the hearts of my brothers -
soon my drop
can't be distinguished
from those of my brothers -
soon the river
will close the ring of future -