Pair and Music

The courses through my body run hot and cold, my skin illuminated red and sinking grey, my bones afloat and bitterly brittle, my joints loose and fickle, tendons stretched and snapping. With my mind blazon and blind with confusion, I look to future and past, in sorrow and momentum, and consider deep and shallow, the in and out, myself and that on the scratch of my nails. I am in-between and lost at best, not sure where or when to arrive or even how. But forward I go, only change to come,