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Free in narrow alleyways
that block out sun.
Portland
in air,
(question:) “evil” on tongue.

Darkthrone in headphones,
climbing stairs
to the gallery
Phil sang about in “Soria Moria”.

I prefer Balke, Stetind in Fog:
no humans,
it transports me back
to that mountain.

(Outside Astrup Fearnley
sun shines down.
A book in the grass
while people laugh nearby--
a storm hits,
we all run,
plastic chairs fly,
and I smile.)

Later at Helvete I’m further back:
thirteen years old, alone with headphones,

sound blankets my mind.
Like pills now.
In that basement chills come,

feeling stronger than art.

Youth and memory--
that sound once spoke to me, it said:

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