(You are)

The flooding in September.

The stampede,

The torment

(I am)

Trapped in the descent

Into everything

The heart

The beat

(You are) (I am)

Waking, in the golden light

There is brilliance, noise in your eyes

I wonder

If you ever taste

The discoloration

(You are) (I am) (We are)

This plume

Of light refracting

I am just

                  a

                       minute

You are just

                   an

                        hour

Of this iridescence

Flooding us away