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SIGFRIDSSON
AS ONE

GOTSALA 46
PHOTOGRAPHY BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ALL RIGHTS OWNED BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON
ISBN 978-91-979005-3-9

ISBN 978-91-979005-0-8

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I AM
Wanted a slumber down in the valley
close by almond trees in worthy bloom
Ring the always longed for lyre tones.
But, became another
Wished to stand free in dark green autumn
cleansed from all the living years hard grin
To live and die pretty as an autumn leaf.
But, am by mistakes tied
Became rainfall, cold calling winds, trust in Fate,
a brief scent before death,
as scythed nettle,
broken citrus leaves,
autumn land after night rains

It wishes to shatter here


between the gravel and the foliage

Finding the worst love


That, which could not be found

But, I can undoubtedly love


when there is something to love

I am laid opened, as one solely unrotten,


in the apple basket given to the sorrows
I am so strangely hard, so oddly grained,
to be carried away from abandoned mills
Knowing all waving wind-flowers Sun kissed
Those, beautifully crestfallen, already dulled,
worn inside a heart that was nearly enough
and to your refusal have never been missed

For me, betrayal is not good enough,


cleanest love violated,
the ruins clothes
or my own wills struggle slaughtered

I am entangled,
stricken down in quenching pettiness
I am grieved,
filled with all the days nothingness
I am mist raised,
clouded, covered underneath weakened will

I am hidden,
with this unreachable cold-hammered need
I am glowing snow on frozen stock
in memorys burned down forests
I am incarcerated,
left where blemishes are left
I am my winnings pulled away,
taken and swept in a gulp

I am a still night cloud, a raised scent of leaves,


that will never find the Worlds again
Holding the Tree you know carries your leaves
while we break its limbs
I am this.
I am what you never can feel or know

IN YET ANOTHER AUTUMNFALL


Dream me in rowanwreathed autumnforest days
where shimmering clings near the sleeping fields
meanwhile a broken mist stumbles, lifts Rises
And a silent rain sweeps The bonfire hisses

Travelling mist covered


And soon it dawns again Again
Watching wilderness, playing with dry leaves,
eating my thistles carefully and gifting smiles
beneath days of past in mirrored greyish skies
And have alone been stuck Where Time stopped
The almost unnoticed waves in the mountain creek
are listening near to the pleasing small drops of rain,
watching this forest thin slowly with this Autumn
and knew these leaves would fall in here Again
Travelling mist covered Traceless
And soon it dawns again Again
Reached an early marsh under slow leaf falling,
herein may serenity caress and milden

You, Autumnland, are Deaths lost portent


And soon a winternightwind was heard calling

GOTSALA
Wandering primeval forest,through swamps and over meadows
Living on reed root, lingo berries and blueberries
Tasting the smell of wetmoss and resin
Carry me to glimmering lights from the pondmirrors
where the bed beside here is laid spruce twigsin a glade
Handed a handshake to the dew
when the hearts storms were overcome
Casted cleansedfrom the povertyneed
to find myself restednear thetrees
I shall make snow here
Wrap myself in soft moss
Climb inside the faded flowers
underneath ill-painted dark skies
Molts of cold
Mist rests
Breaking sleep
off
Inside this waiting
the inner life-achievement isdone
Learning to live
Again

WINTERFELLED
Letting your nightsnow glimmer
Calming the storm while ice snare branches

And it is winterstill
by sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,
by thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades

Winterfelled,
rime grabs hold of the branchery
like we hear our groaning steps silenced
Listen.
Be quiet now, snowfall,
right here, by the spruce, the winterbird eats for its life
while Death wants to say something about the sorrows
I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,
one the world skyembraced sprinkled splintered answers
and left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,
one so aloned, leaving all my sorrows over wrong graves
In tears collecting the dead heart before the sick
The last sight endearing land of blood and stones
as I squint over all of this too thin-sown beauty
frosty nights caught frozen in a shined darkness
Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, Endtime dozed away,
want something higher the flames of will sent me burnt in here
In tears collecting the living heart before the dead

MY LOVE
THIS IS THE TENDER EMBRACE OF LOVE!
Bindingtwigs against darkness, the threatening,
which threatens to burn all our heartsongs
and take what is lovable from its curing
A young Ash bends downto answer
Flowers step up and play!
My love isfor springs, blackberries and rainbows!
My love is for silver fir trees and wild grown pear trees!
My love is the sun-warmed cowslip slopes and paddocks!
I kiss the wind healthy, smiling with the skies here,
laughing at the curious fox there!
An appreciation of the volatile you learn
whereas we to our heart pick berries!
The wagtail trips, the worms lay on a line
A twig is brokenon the ground far from a town
Stone shards stand in a circle
The cornflower knows everything!
My love is for the groves, wild strawberries and ponds!
My love is for mushrooms andextensive valleys!
My love is the glittering creeks and mountain trails!
MY LOVE IS FOR EVERYTHING WORTH LOVING!

RAINED
Rain thickens the skies, dresses the landscape
A heavy rain wets the forest, dances in the stream,
bends bilberry shrubs placed upon the mossed stones
while running rills nearby through the thicket, as for a dream
Stumbling roots diverting wounds
There! Sunbeamembraced wild trees
hidden mountainwreathed wasteland
strengthens what memories miraged:
Strangely Reality has been branched

There lies an arrow in the rain, shot,


brought here, stuck into a forsaken heart
Sent here silenced, bittered and lived
Stopped.

Rained in sea

LET MESEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS


Let me be in all the days
wherewild strawberries areattached to straw,
where lilies of the valley gleam white inthe glades
and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves
Let me search forfour-leaf clovers
Let me gladly drown the sorrow
and becomethe real inme
Let me inoculate a leafon a three-leaf clover
Let me create four-leaf clovers!
LET ME!
Remaining here was this heart
in its anciently dormant well
to retrieve,
open and carry
Raising myself
Letting me newkiss thewetlands sun-warmed cloudberries
in the wilderness where the deers dances nightly with elks
while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks
and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes
Raising myself
It takes a while
before the veils bend down

Gone

are dusted membranes

AWAITED
Awaken in the moment mists climb the mountain
Writing three words; Not a word
on molten fragile leaves the winds have thrown around
I hasten there, up to, close to almond trees in its new,
refilling calm and leaving behind tears from a joyous
that will soon trickle me away fast against this world
as missed moments of beauty finds sorrows for days
Eagles and ravens follow through the valley glen
home to how Wind caresses the clouds slightly Home
Here over these chamomilestrewn tracks that meanders
on a gathered freodpath far away from the wounds revilers
Hold me as one always awaited, present and sorely missed,
owning these memories that was worthy to be left alone
and continue to blossom sweetly here, even after my death

Shifting
Moving eyes between Light and the afterglow of darkness
The night has torn itself, sending lovewords to the Universe again,
kissing the stars eyes softly, tenderly, without any frailty to remain

IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL
Leaned against this mirkened fence
are we found equally bleached,
beaten by sun, rain and winter cold
The wait was like cracks around ice-holes,
in cold, not reliable and in complete inadequacy,
for the scums loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks,
refused me to blossom anew during my withering
It all just carried on, kept creating that nothing,
when all of this suffering bred forth its pitifulness
So, show me a memory freed from complaint here,
but honourable to my eyes can only Knowledge be
I am the quarry of Lifes faults
with my pathfound steps
Loved
Always feared

Hated
Always hailed

IN CLARITY

MIST

JOY! Smithen here in thy strength,


always be Viet honourable wisdom to embrace
and sweetened glitter, glim, IN CLARITY MIST
TRUTH! Honour is all love,
Life won high and dignified to the alone
secrets poured blood, IN CLARITY MIST
MIGHTS! Open our Reality,
now carefully touch the skies risted earth
and watchfully let us remain, IN CLARITY MIST

ALLODJORD
See
earth fill cloth

Hear
ditches in still trickle

Hamstringing Fate.

Waiting three Sundays

Breaking nested dusk Cracks


Opening the drum Cracks
Frozen solid wells Cracks

Making torched night paths there black-clad birds dances


while the moon bites caress inside a Windkissed harvest

Lifting,
pressing land and mountains home to Godan blood

BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woods
turned into dust
in a last kiss of grey
Two footprints under the turf
Two dead at this place again
Our eyes are still here,
crowned over perfection,
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stones on thistles

Were awaken, seen in wounds


Heal, we heal

INSTILLNESS YOUR NAMES ARE WHISPERED


Have caught the swallows shriek
Laid dead flowers on the meadow
Searched fragments of hardened memories
Incarnating a kiss from memory.
Renascent
A window through thetreetops
shows its shards glowover the ground
It is spokenhere with bird words
where our embersbecome burning
Standing in and by the solid Tree
we cry happiness in the warm rain
In this high, bright and blue,
above the plum trees blooming,
downby the hyacinthsbeneath the skies,
we were embraced here to protected be
STAND TREE!
Stand tree with your branches as arms
Stand tree robed clean in blue and gold
Stand tree in skin of bark of our innermost saved
Shards,
our richest shards of cried blood
created for happiness and sweetness,
worthy of our own home carried bliss
In stillness your names are whispered
Likefog thrown
Dream without sleep
Sighin wind
That was the memory
Care for it tenderly

STONES
WISDOM!
How embarrassing you have become,
your scent too near the madhouse
sings its sorrows without any good motives
What wisdom has cannot be used
when what wisdom lacks is asked for
From the remains think yourself clean
and take the heart freed from words,
for the thoughts upon your path
where no one wish to wander
crawl down in the ground
where nothing can grow
and carve ruins of the years
to a paltry salary
in shadowlike kneeling,
in self-effacing moaning
Clean tears fall only in words
consolidated under vanitys shelter
where they loved with barbed wire and mockery
to a great thrill for all our words tragic handouts
Words to the sting, given joy filled lust,
to wishing wells finalized completions,
made to participating, present answers
Near The Altar of Fate nailed to remain.
Most alike the believed picture of you is hailed
or creeps down to another backlash reaction
and becomes its own conclusions executioner;
slanderer, and eventually the own wills whore
therein depredated flesh from the thoughts sit
as harrowed, in ridiculous unpalatable qualms,
hailing spilling, tearing down inherited rights,
while monarchy and democracy lie stupidity
upon a conspiring and deranged slaughter table
under imitation, unwanted shiny residues,
showing the highest heights devised murder
Spring water in swamps will swamp water be.

GIVE LIFE!
Being cut new scars
Being made new deathwords
All new wither anew
Overripe means rotten
Sculpted stone is stone!
Teach the autumn leaves survival!
Cleanse me from your surfaces.
Cobweb shudder
Captured hung in pieces
Coldembraced, misharvested and patinated
At home in permafrost
Sole host and sole guest
Left burned out

Send my well documented threatening letters to Suffering


No answer

Send a complaint to the Kastalian well


Answers

Waiting

Moving

Our Sun rites belong to all districts


inside of Sunsigned and Treesigned
Remaining here until the Olympian
Give life, loved!
Give life in this chilled air
Give life in this sight over the district
GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE! GIVE LIFE!
The Observer,
cared for autographs of symbolism
and honestly missed glad memories
all while the creeks so deeply dug
had not yet reached to the oceans
The Collector,
wished for words of diamonds,
an utility game against vermins dancing
That the pen, the weaks defense,
once again would usurp the feel of living

Numbing unwillingness is starved

Nightly cleansing baths

Drinking healing spring water as an obsessed

The Sun glitters over the valley

GLADED
HEAR! Now take the path here Come and be gladed!
Gladed!
Taken from worries, remembering glittered creekwater,
were rushed to, binding herein, lovely daybreaks new!
Wandered!
Peacefilled with sweet harsh common fern taste
taking steady morning steps on dewloved path!
Entranced!
We wriggle the bolt off into brushwoods hiding places,
finally twig off this drunken suffering carried us forth,
for Gladness, when facing life, wish to escape quickly!
Loved
lifting gently worn out glances to spring-set our fallow,
discerning forest still sighing, nourished clean of this light,
hastening the trip, fast cloth, wreath us in living grandeur!
Whispered
at the end of the glade Truth searched; owned its answer
next to a dull green, soft and willing, a leaved fair craving
cut with richest imaginable berry-flowers cleanest needs!

We thread gladed forth, running welled up, and come here silently,
for soon the flowering is gone and the years have us kissed through!

STEPS BEHIND STEPS


Time stares me
with eyes soscarred that the heart flees
The cold is beckoning
Steps behind steps were heard
I flow united with the stream water
where themistsspeak to the cypresses
Raise me as drowned
Slaughter me as given
Grow me as thought
Taking wordtears in
Taking fragments home
My real rituals fairest slices
poured chasted inside libations
lay fulfilled, given and opened,
to All-reconsolidating and liberating
Steps behind steps were firstly heard
where the strikes bends, then breaks,
asTimes trails are heavily trod upon
and all forgiveness demands tributes

A SOLITARY SHADOW WITHOUT A NAME


SEE THERE!
Over the field wander a solitary shadow without a name
who silently carriesdusk till dawn into his ownembrace
See him from this night, whileit tenderly calms,holds him
He was born of Time between the Sun and Moons journey
Let himVictorykiss Lifs upcoming dawning!
Let him ownTrothas his voice in this world!
LISTEN!
Wishing to be sea smoke, fleeting and untouchable,
into; and with this dawninglight transform herein,
steal the hatred from these gashed pathtaken steps
and once again bebrought the Truths to be lived in
Standing in grey till All is realizedto be of Light!
LovingAll here until naught is left me missed here!
Letting me Victorykiss Lifs dawning!
Letting meownTroth as my own voice!
Overthe field wander a loved man of his name
who has carrieddawn and dusk to our embrace

THE THIRD WOUND


Early, just before the day notices me, scars me again,
comes The First Wound driven up from the earth
and speaks coldly, in a chilled and lightbroken night:
I am the wind-extinguished light,
the dearest sorrowfriend you met,
all those left traces in the marsh
The Second Wound, cast around self-defence,
gorged in a hopelessly coldstricken embrace
that has soon used up all of this vulnerability
and reached in to Time to be awaken as bent:
Sorrow has played too long on its own board
with Life set up to become a fickle nothing
(Hidden times were fully rooted in advance
as Fate now hands in herself as fully written.)
Final peels of pity scraped down
A cold grip soon to be turned right
There, over this hushed dusk
a trembling candle flickering
risen as shimmering: Clarity,
Home to the very last wound

TO THE FRAGMENTS OF TRUTH


It bitters
just before the sunrise find its dew
and after the dew have been sipped
(Anyway, could never heal the nights
wherein the hours stretched into dawn
while flames searched hard for the light)
Life searched (to leave me)
meanwhile Sun silently extinguished the mists
by the still and calm mountain ash over the creek

Life will come (to love me)


in certainty,
in the violets waving forestshadows

TO LIFE BEG
Still in longing our embrace stayed, in dead words,
pressed against the field moisture to grow as refused
(Taking our love away from the labyrinthine answers
on a night blackened heath)

Our tender moments searched in vain after its hold


for hardened by remorse will hope us now own alone
(Soiled and completely slain
this heart in direness is forced to stay)

I have to reflect this with my least loved grin:


To Life beg
Meagerness has bared the weakness of words against our eyes witness,
glittered in dusts helplessness; all these unmoving mirrors: Memories.
I have waited too long, been stuck and emptied,
wherein immovable walls have built lifes game,
and ordered the nonyears unwise unlust ended:
To be broken and buried

Dwelling here.
Learned about Death:
Life infected by its own tearing

Have spoken sweetly and touched near the shimmer,


and; dignifiedly hated

Cold,
love our farewell

Warm up the ground.

AS WORN OUT SHADOWPLAY


Listening.
Remembering aged forestshine
Rainstrewn patterns
Wet leaves caressing the ground
Treading northnight.
Walking paths, learning the craft of wordless validity,
through the moons vividly painted forest-shadows
over this sweet silence and wilted leaf soil
Remaining. Now in a dawn without words.
Standing beside the edge of the woods as a secret,
as tired, failed and forgotten glimmered lumber
where sorrows always are in a temporary frozen
Remaining anyway. Stuck.
I am forlorn-embraced,
all too roughly ripped from this tearing uncertainty
unbeknownst my frail wild-strawberry time returned
and placed itself furthest away from un-necessity
Freedom?
Lingered on here under these lovingly sailing clouds
while these charming wild-strawberry in the green
stood helplessly faired in appeal after forgetfulness
NAUD
Cure: Life and Death.

TIND LIGHT!
Wandered toburial mounds where the Oaths were given
Risted The Path wherein was carried the longing of Worlds
FEEL!
Feel the torn
initiated here to be forlorn
Hard the frost strikes secrets
while a worthy is ripped apart, hardened
Torches flicker, cutting pieces from darkness
Making my leaves,hearing wolves songs

Quiet
The water called rain was given
Weak twigswere cracked
Still
Hear the streams carve the mountain
while wetted leaves chatter
Night rain falls
Storm comes
The rain cried instead of me and for me
Hidden under the Trees arms
beautifying anxiety and withering
with healing, resounding voices
Tind light for your life!
Tind light for our lives!
Tind light!
Tind light!

GLANCES WITHOUT WORDS


The broken white-heart cherry tree,
split in the trunk as it was,
beautygrown to be and give;
stands remembered
While rivulets trickle down before him
he removes wormsfrom wild raspberries
Daydreaming that He reaches Time,
The All Realitys Naval itself
He, in lee safety under shelter
He, which is calmed by the rain
HOPE
LUST
WILL

SUNreturned
with eyesscarred
He is redeciphered,
violated and tarnished
He is made unseen,
outshined by illusion and left leafless
Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness
Into thefold to be corrected wrong
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch
He gives glances without words

Flickered

This borne within, devouring,


hates real despair,
froststrikes this inconsolable life
to all the Worldsin their waiting
You will find onlyhealthy stains
which will appear to be as like unlike
to feed more of the actual hindrance
which refused this nds greatness
Cease commanding my reality-answers
after yourwill-belief of whim emotions
Taking me now from this unbearable,
away from the existence ofwassail, but
YOUR SOUGHTDIMINISHMENT WILL NOT REACH ME!
HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!
KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!
GRABBING THE DEATH BREAD FROM US ALL!

CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!


GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!

TAKING MY BLUE AWAY FROM YOUR EYES


INITIATING.
Here all eyes begin
and take us from seeing
of sagacious similarities
home to the realities
Strewing you with thistles,
for that to be sieved is already dead
Taking my blue away from your eyes
A slab of meat left
Taking those mirrors of shallowness
Striking the laughter you gave
Duped remained your life
Taking you
off.
Given you have been by the hours of light
which trickled down here through the clouds
as you were destined to among us be found,
but step by step your betrayal was nurtured
I spoke straight to the carrdrowned
where the bitterness of his grave met:
Your blanket was of a cloven glory
while Oaths gone and freely piggied
and strolled around after suckling
Now denied you cry in your sty
Eyes opening
Core falling on stone
Flower nevermore
Now the meat ends
Ripping nd from The Path
To die right is the greatest
You have come to The Paths end.

AN INSWEPT WINDTRACE (MEMORIES)


Living in my words forthcoming memories.
(Living replanted sown as a fieldshadow.)
When the misty streaks nightly with me wandered
while I, in silent forests to fields slowly searched
where torn away embraces had the heart emptied
I am outlawed, in a sneaking wind hidden,
concealed by the night leaves worn fading
Desolation.
Drinking The Well before the longing grows inevitable
Taking forth my last alone path
Dragging down pitiful, weatherbitten, wet soil,
into a dusty shack at the foot of the pineforest ridge
where sun cuts through the gaps in the wood boards
Unnoticed.
Inswept windtraces steps in with the cold
and nothing is left me here to remain untouchable

TO LIFSKINGDOM
Riding forward and Sign
from the Path to Life
Lifs Kingdomshall crowned come
Come closer
Touch Life and Death here
We are not mere meat and shadows
We are nds remained from Holy Times
From Timein Time guarding and helping
We shall never be seen begging at our own table
upon our owned,this too long infested World!
Vermin qualmin stolen wisdoms,
making black and white of colours
and raising houses with stolen bars
Soseparate yourselffrom need
like a leaf beckoning itswinter!
Let Viets suffering be eradicated here!
Let Lifs coming world reign!
The Ravens cry in the forest
The fog presses itselfover the meadow and fades
The Spear is thrown.

Time has come.

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