Oslo

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Free in narrow alleyways That block out sun Portland In air (question:) "evil" on tongue Darkthrone in headphones Climbing stairs To the gallery Phil sang about in "Soria Moria" I prefer Balke, Stetind in Fog: No humans It transports me back To that mountain (Outside Astrup Fearnley Sun shines down A book in the grass While people laugh nearby-- A storm hits We all run Plastic chairs fly And I smile.) Later at Helvete I'm further back: Thirteen years old, alone with headphones Sound blankets my mind Like pills now In that basement chills come Feeling stronger than art Youth and memory-- That sound once spoke to me, it said: