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 scared 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 sun, be some 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