the great word of blessendness and a feeling of ease a cup of the well of freedom and a life we joyfully drink inside, all was new, but outwards nothing had changed
an escapade, then to the altar to evaluate all parts of the great mystery but all remains on the same spot, no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word, but the word is still without body
a hidden life-stream that swells in the deep will soon give the word a second face
