Ripping into pieces
that´s what movement is about now
she walks through the landscape
of her life and sees it´s only paper
a few paper stones and paper trees
a paper panorama yes it´s
a breathtaking paper view
and she rips it into pieces
Beginning where she stands
ripping in a spiral trying not to fall
where emptiness appears
ripping at first with care
then with fear
running and jumping
then crying over how strong
a paper rock can be
Oh Island she cries how much I love you
with your greys and browns and whites
and tiny little sparks of coloured light
oh my vulnerable home
how much can one love
all your heartbreaking songs
I can not rip these sounds
but I have to
and she rips along the coastline
Nothing of the woman´s ripping
wil cause the sea to roar louder or less
all earth is in her embrace anyway
each and every korn of sand
is hers
A mens chest she rips along
there where he stands she says
not now my love my love
I rather watch you watching me
I´ve got this fizzing firefingers
When all is desolate and torn apart
she stops
goes home
stretches
plays some jazz.
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