this carrying drive

once you are in the mountains, once you are in this riefenstahl like paradise where things are only blue and white you can easily forget that you are only human. these muscles are made of steel this mind is sharp as knife ... the unlimited existence. once you are ... a revolution.

i feel i could dream yet another dream and then walk another street past that smile on a one-sided face. the words=the borders. i switch to the body i switch beneath clothes, beneath skin. you are my mountain. i have climbed you only to see the abyss opening in front of me. it is so comforting.