In the blue

I see the world
when I close my eyes
when I listen in the blue.
I hear a voice which has lived
in the blue so long that it contains
all memories, all mistakes, all fantasies.
A voice in zero, where it’s quiet
so quiet that I can hear all names
in one name, where the blue flame licks
this name to a burning whisper,
the voice that lifts you from inside
takes you out to sea
where a thunderstorm is building
and brings you back over the still water,
the voice that goes
where nobody else dares.
That voice burns in me,
in the blue.

Agneta Falk (Sweden-USA) 1946

Cover: Olafur Eliasson, Baroque Baroque, at The Winter Palace of Prince Eugene of Savoy (Belvedere, Wien)

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