Den Hvide Død (The White Death)

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The White Death

Outside the desert rides on gluttonous dead camels
and we draw circles in the sand
like traces from a meandering snake

The starling's wailing anguish of spring
signs
cloaked in cosmic background noise

The virus judgment from beyond's primordial soup
induce a photograph of you in second hand clothes
that seems to be an incarnation of the mumps' swollen bride of flu
choked by the neuter mirror image of Pan

A bioluminence shadow of the past
lost in the vertiginous metageometric labyrinth of Fibunaci

The white death that sometimes creeps
in under the doorstep,
shoots needle pain phantoms through the seams of our dress,
deprives space it's embrace of time,
and expose the view through
love's bars:

My heavenward peepholes' apple cavities
turn in the velour padded teak wood coffin of your soul
by intimacy's stinging vacuum:

A singularity of hungering apathy!
The eye that breathes behind our back!

A dulling impotence
every time your head
hides behind a shrug

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Original poem in Danish:

Den Hvide Død

Udenfor rider ørkenen på forslugende døde kameler
og vi tegner ringe i sandet
som spor fra en bugtende slange

Stærens jamrende fårårskvaler
er tegn
forklædt i kosmisk baggrundstøj

Virusdommen fra det hensides ursuppe
fremkalder et fotografi af dig i genbrugstøj
der synes at inkarnere fåresygens opsvulmede influensabrud
som kvæles af et intetkønnet spejlbillede af Pan

En bioluminent fortids skygge
tabt i Fibunacis svimlende metageometriske labyrint

Den hvide død der indimellem sniger sig
ind under dørtærskelen,
skyder fantomnålesmerter gennem vores klædedragts syning,
fratager rummet dets favntag om tiden
og blotlægger udsigten gennem
kærlighedens tremmer:

Mine himmelråbende gluk-huller's æblehuler
vender sig i din sjæls velourpolstrede
teaktræskiste ved nærhedens stikkende vakum:

En singularitet af sultende aparti!
Øjet der ånder os i nakken!

En sløvende afmagt
hver gang dit hoved gemmer sig
bag et skuldertræk

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from Dør, released May 2, 2017
Composed, programmed and recorded by Jacob Læby

Artwork by Jacob Læby

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