Second Rhythm

I could be the sun, be some other one

I could touch the earth, see, feel, earth, wind, fire

I could hold my breath for another time

I could see gold, precious more so, real time

I can't find the handsome landscape

It holds no present synthesis to—

I could frame the flame, hold the smog of another day

Maybe I'm the one, just the scarred son, prodigal

I can't find the handsome landscape

There's water on the rock again, grease sweeps over me

Holy son, I cast the shadow, toxic bite of toxic air

Skin is drenched just in the leather

Fur on the rock, I see double again

Synthesis parallel to what? High peak, clouded breath of mine

Exclusive to? Inclusive how? I'm here on my own again

I could be the sun, be the other one

I could touch the earth, see, feel, earth, wind, fire

I could hold my breath for another final time

I could see gold, precious more so real time

(Fire)