I.
Genuflect at that which was. It must be done though I don't remember why.

II.
From within the broken psyche, dead moments are reflected to the back of the eye.

III.
Receding at a snail's pace - the boundary of that which is and that which might be.

IV.
A moist eye traces the limit down to a flowing field of vision.

V.
Desires to see into its own world of shadows, how the shreds of one field of vision shimmer in the light of another, how a new image has become.

text: Oddný Eir Ævarsdóttir
english translation: Jón Proppé

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