Grasping sinews on a trust worthy heart,
breaking through an unseen boundary,
the common reality.

Finding oneself, alone among the masses
looking through mosaic glasses.

The city seems distant,
from atop the grassy knoll.

Careening downward, shifting vision,
a paradoxal mode.

Serpentine breaths, squeezing my lungs,
corrupting my scent
with a flick of the tongue.

Rivers of blood,
carrying souls of the forgotten,
coursing my veins,

Debris; scattered, rotten