fredag 7. januar 2011

Aspects Move Every Corner

I jump from matrix to matrix
when space shifts
my mind drifts
Breath through lips
builds and twists
You met me
I met you

In those few precious moments
we were creators on earth
for true

Mostly my own fear
that leaves doubt by my door
makes no room for truth in these realms
I have smashed the very same score
I am in