Reality dropped ammunition and character
Capturing an unnoticeable season shift into cores
Still unaware grasping for rhythm out of control
Toned and only awake, I breathe purity in half formed space
Contact sound field all lengths and shapes
Sounded out a panic type transmission
Never the correct destination, left feeling all alone
Delve a distanced theory aimed at the sun
Gripped, transfixed shattered pieces reborn
Gifted emotion set in stone
Timing a centred belief
Only I Control