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ALL NIGHT LONG I PARTICIPATE IN A QUIZ SHOW, WAKE UP

before it airs, live, exhausted as if having just run

a marathon I must yet again reconsider

my life, moored to the rainbow; a little later

I'm on the train to Herlev as though that's the solution;

the woman on the seat across from mine speaks Uzbek

loudly into her cellphone; outside the station an older

couple is handing out The Watchtower, for free they say

and refuse to take my coin; concrete, graffiti, a heavy

puff of hawthorn, I kick a fir cone quite a ways

down Violinvej, I'm travelling through space,

Earth's rules of play appear to me immensely

provincial, especially regulations concerning

parking; my vessel has been confiscated, and I'm

lost without you.

All night long I participate in a quiz show, wake up

Per Brask & Patrick Friesen, translation from
the Danish written by Ulrikka S. Gernes

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