Have you been here before
in
the
damaged brain
in the
pulsing vein
in the ears
of the deaf
on the road to
death
No
this is the first time
to everything there is a season
so do not beg for reason
it is in the tone of silence
in a
white chair´s balance
who
knows his place in space
how to stand
and how to dance
just slow everything
down
the way you are is fine
(No this is)
the first time
dismantle
thought and image
renounce fictitious privilege
story is just like a slice of skin
the
start & the end must be seen
Have
you been (here before)
