When the wheel turns
and fire burns
itself out
with lazy perfumes
softening
against a hazy sunset
Just you and me,
god or godess
I'm flesh
and have to rediscover
flesh thinks,
has minds of it's own
coexisting
constantly confusing
the survivers moan
When thought grinds down
a gullible mind
to states of
emotional mathematics,
there's just you and me,
unobtainable godess
of broken hearts,
where all real dreaming starts
You and me all alone
in a slim canoe
down rapids
of mountainous hopes.
Jens Magnussen