II
Ozymandias keep watch
With your wise blood-made eyes
In travelling deeper
I leave you behind
For something is calling
That I can’t explain
Like neurons on fire
Inside of a brain
Not my own but surrounding
Like part of this land
The trees seem to shimmer
Sprinkled in sand
I let it engulf me
Electrified forest
It scratches and shocks me
As I move on through
It’s no longer clear
If this mind is my own
May these blind emotions
Show me the way home
A Life in Poems 