Viscera
(G. Sherlock)
In my sunlight,
In my mind,
In myself I find,
Visceral schemes and complicated dreams.
The scenery's shifting as it always does,
And it ends in me.
Granted a malleable existence.
Mould and shape resistance.
We think along these lines...
Hypnotizing brilliance...
Maybe too bright at times...
The scenery's shifting as it always does...
I can't breathe a breath like yours.