Action

 when it runs natural

like breathing

Eminence

 protruting all over the place

What's it to anybody anyway?!

Touché

the physical touch that only slightly corresponds to the turmoil inside

Picked and Saved

 within the passion running so deep

Jumpy

 due to the constant spinning

 

the roundabout future

What's Real

 mostly immaterial

the vanishing point

Ahead

 the emergence of an emergency

the rise

Hit

 and run over by 

surprise

Tenderness

 just trying to move there

holding the mental image of a possibility

Curiosity

 still looking into it

Nonchalantly

casually being the center of attention

Gazing

 at the bouncy navel

The Happening

 just wait and see

The World

in itself
 

 

presence in the constant now

 

resting on the past's foundations

 

growing somewhere

Intrinsic

 replacement there is none

Staring and Weighing

 he who gets to decide will probably also have to bare the blame

The Times

 one realises the point has gone, never to return

so come what come may...anyway

Insistent

 looking through the layers

just like an angel

Escaping

 from all the branding

waving goodbye to the tags

to finally see what's there

Measure For Measure

 down on the knees

the dimension and proportions 

just the self

Dance

 as it wiggles itself into the brain

earworm

"holding on to you, my brother, holding on to you, my love"

Swoon

 swept off the feet by the unlikliest of situations

thoughtful

The Glorious Hunt

 for the joke

when liberty and free will are at its finest

Tired, Old

 devil

 

losing it

The Other

 the constant reminder

the face, das Antlitz, the one who looks back

Burgeoning

 the invention of the stimulatingly ludicrous

life in its most condensed form

The Line

 fixed in the air

dividing and holding together

As It

 sometimes simply happens

happy-go-lucky

Sometimes - the Urgency

 feel it and act

it has to start somehow