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.

----------- 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.  

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(2011/13)