When you have understood the map, you have lost your way.
When you stick your head in the Mouth of Truth and sing in the mouth the song that has swallowed you, only then do you realize where you are.
Where the roads continue after they've found one another. Where time stands still when nothing ends. Where the road disappears until you have reached your destination. Where the roads divide after they've disappeared.
When you stick your head in the Mouth of Truth and sing in the mouth the song that has swallowed you, you realize once more where you are.
When you have understood the map, you have lost your way.
From: Den Fynske Forårsudstilling 2009. Catalogue. Prose Poems by Laus Strandby Nielsen.
Poem translated from Danish by David McDuff
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