Gabriel Peter
Miscellaneous
The Rhythm of the Heat
I open the window
see how red dust clears
On the red rock
the shadow stands with me the spear
My foot feels the land
It glows red white
It feeds on blood
It lives. It's hot
The rhythm is beneath me
The rhythm is pulling me along
The rhythm is above me
The rhythm is holding me tight
The rhythm is in me
The rhythm has my soul
I'm drawn through the steppe
to the mountain - to the square
pulls me into the circle
that dances around the fire
We spit in the hand
breathe on the skin
open hands wide
when the sun comes
I'm with me - lose me
the dust covers me completely
and slowly it penetrates
and I - I let - it close
Strike the radio -
no more voice from outside
Strike the clock -
don't break the day into pieces tear
Hit the camera -
can no longer steal life
The rhythm is above me
The rhythm holds me tight
The rhythm is in me
The Rhythm has my soul