Help! Things have shaken me
Vascular waves, tracing the same three colorings I have
But now I just noticed this 

Slow motion inside
Changing this all somehow 
Calling out to take us
Life in between lines
We're wounded and terrified
Calling out to save these lonely forms and shapes 

This light with angles spinning here 
Worked through my lungs
And spoke out the seams with architect
Now how could I turn back?