Practicing yoga and annoyed by not understanding one word of the mantra always performed by his otherwise perfect teacher, Troim has developed as sideline of poetry. He calls himself OMM, for Old Mantra Machine, for this stuff, to be sure not to antagonise his alt left SciFi public.
Be warned: What you are at risk of attempting to read here is the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy kind of poetry. Remember the Vogon destructor fleet? Always wondered what the Vogon captain reads to the poor hitchhikers to torture them? Troim knows, because Troim is able to write this kind of s**t. In three different languages, two of which his masters much better than English. Using one’s native languages provides so many more ways to err.
Grab your sickness bags and have a go at reading these mantras, if you dare!