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