Instructions From The Coincidence

By Cecilie Løveid

The bed is filled with cement dust
We dream of a change

The chair is covered in cement dust
We sing and play of a change

The bathtub is filled with cement dust
Water will we never forget

The fridge is filled with cement dust
Beauty is the only thing that lasts

We are waiting for instructions from the coincidence
We don’t know if they work

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