Stardust from ICONOCLASTS by Anna von Hausswolff

I’m sorry
I’m sorry
You break down into tears
While I’m watching
I’m sorry but you took me for granted
I couldn’t make no mistakes
God was granted
Sweet mother, how can you be so pure and divine
When you’re beaten?
The sky is crushing down upon the ships of freedom
And while the rivers run wild you run aground

I’m breaking up with language
In search of something bigger than this
While the animals are screaming
My ecstasy gives grace
It's time to make mistakes

The threshold of our future
Where we lean into the day out of kindness
Can we break it down into the language of nature?
When the sky is your friend, there is no end

Now this is hurting
You see, we’ve been givers of pain
And I hate to see you cry
But the life we had has vaporized into the sky
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry

• Alternative
• city slang
• scandinavia
• Gothenburg