You wouldn't understand,
You aren't me.
It's hard to explain,
Even I don't know.

For once you came to me,
Instead of me seeking you,
Through the silhouette lining of night,
Gaining form from the shade,
Amidst living, make-shift caricatures,
Swelling and pulsing on impossibility,
Grand kinetics and beats,
Signals that rise and wane.