In Oslo
it's swap and people walk through the city
quietly like friendly zombies
like a sleeping army a secret rhythm
a sudden sticks a slow burning flame
of safety lies at the heart, we can feel it
but we cannot find it
in and out between us a thin silver trail
of broken gla** stitches us to the ground
reflecting us cut and ron
the city windows covered with cardboards and wood panels
Oslo Oedipus
I am Oslo Oedipus