Unexplainable
and incapable
of certainties
in certain seas
I indeed
see you in me
while days digress
In a dim-lit departure
the depths my of soul dwell
aptly in art, sure
but when the bruises
brag and I bereave
I can't believe
What lies beneath
the brisk night breeze
and subtleties
thus I remain rattled and riveted
and never have I ever
been more livid, Kid.