Oslo Oedipus

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 glass 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