- It’s changing me.
- I can feel my cells morphing.
- Sparks, spikes and bursts.
- I will morph into the landscape.
- Into the terroir of it all.
- Because it’s alien,
- And maybe I have always been alien too.
- I’ll let it wash over me.
- Like foam on pebbled beaches.
- Before I chase it away again.
- Chase it far,
- Far away.
- It’s inevitable.
- The change.
- But I will fight until that last
- Breath.
