A drift they felt, yet did not know where it
grabbed them.
No ice, no
storm.
Wake or
asleep, their tongues tried to grab a thing to know,
Now
silently gave in,
No matter
of strenght.
Words would
not show the way then,
As the daze
set in.
Not that it
did not make any sense like they thought it should.
Just all
meaning appeared like flickering on a repro-screen.
That´s not
a thing you learn at school
where
you´re sent to.
Sometimes you´re lucky and
A lover has
got the touch.
Reward me
for showing the movement this is,
The slight
forth and back you can´t see only feel,
That makes
us pulse from within.
A second
young body that´s introduced now,
when thoughts become hunches and under the skin
Waves start
rolling.
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A shiver without
fear.
A smooth
uncertainty - - - - - - -
Making love
or gnawing has a lot about it,
But you
don´t do it in groups anymore.
When you´re
feeling the shift
And the
others are there
You look at
each other
And know
and you dare
Remembering
loud:
Inside
And outside
Fade
towards
Each other,
Power
Condensed
and later
given to
the priests.
It´s the
birth of religion
The rest is
just fiction,
An urge to
repeat
Within form - - -
So tongues
and eyes
take over
again.
Cheers to
those blind
Who see with
ears and skin.
Cheers to
those blind
Who see with ears and skin. :
:
:
(2011/13)
