Underneath me, something's seething
I can feel your face with my eyes and I'm happy
But usually, something's seething
It tastes a little bit like breathing
It's being
In and out I feel it
Close to my heart and my lungs and my head
And even when I peek externally instead, I see it.
It's fleeting, but it's breathing
Who will deny their body
Many do many do I know many do
But it's over
Now it's the end
The eclipse
The dawn will never come again

In the meantime

I'm seething
Waiting for a chance to peel back my eyelids and
Touch the sky
With every eye

I'm seeing
I'm breathing
I'm being