in my mind's eye this is a masterpiece

in my vision this exists in sight and touch, perfect and completely pristine yet uncut

changing and mutating yet unbound,
an image without words and a song without sound

the scene has been committed to memory but will never keep it's form, never staying static and true until it is fully born

in my thoughts this has all already been said,
but it will never keep shape if it continues to exist only in my head