Today I received my certificate! I am officially a Swedish citizen. The response was fast. I can hardly believe it.
Now onto to the unrelated poem. I have been too much in my head to write. Still I tried and for some reason I combined 2 of my wordles.
She comes and goes, a zenosyne,
ravaged by love and happenstance.
I need her, complications and all.
I reach out but her heart rolls away.
She is a voluminous contradiction
and within her my mad senses burn.
My scars grace her fingers and lips
she who laid them, can also forgive.
A frigid stroke of genius,
she turns the I against the self.
I accept these chains,
the shadow of overmorrow
decreasing the scope
of my good intentions.
I scream, a crack in the wall,
sutured but only just.
A blackbird scraps
the narrow aperture
of my receding gaze.
Once fallen I lose my grip.
I did not arrive only to settle.
I know she will leave me
with only morsels to follow
but still I come, again and again
She dives halfway down
eyes cinched against the wind.
Her vintage dress rides up just so,
she is more wild than deliberate.
A pane, a pain, a reluctant pause.
Her grimy hands tug at my valuables
I give and she empties,
a chronic state of gall and wormwood.