I am planning to dismantle
my written work, and hammer
each glyph to a glistening line
of ink. Drop-spin each page
to a skein of woolly word
and then, if there is not enough,
to card and spin each library book
and from the yarn weave a thousand
tents, where the cold may lie
and from their warming lips
expel new words, filling
shelves with their breath.
--Knut, Trondheim, 26/10/05
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