ex-pression of art
Postive aggression
Exposed to it
slowly and steadily
Foreplay first and then the act staged
And the romantic explosion
Right in the core

Tears roll down the cheeks
So hot obviously overflowing
Tightly controlled but dams broken
Tears roll down the cheeks
It is the moment of exaltation

What else can this moment be crowned with?
The moment when one felt human
What else can this moment be crowned with?
The moment when one feels human

Exposed to this art
letting one's self free like a wind
It moved straight in
excavating the soul
buried under ages and ages of conditioning
And it touched it
And the soul moved
So the soul responded

What else can this moment be crowned with?

The moment when one felt human

What else can this moment be crowned with?

The moment when one feels human