It's as if you do hop and jump like klipspringer,
from rock to rock up a small hillock
where in front of the television you sleep next to me,
are fleeing for something when your legs do suddenly kick,
the lightning bashes down next to the window
with a very loud bang and spray blue-white,
away at the power lines another comes down,
the lights go out and you jerk awake and your eyes are white,
sparks fly hissing and go in all directions in the distance
where that cables lead to Impala Platinum
and there is darkness all around us
but you do keep looking at me,
come lay with your arms around my neck,
do pull my head down towards yours.
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