Sensation Surge

Looking in a mirror
an inappropriate place
to feel a sense superior
innate upswing chase

running here in space
for fundamental notions
I stare upon this face
among its fellow oceans

lead me out from here
the selfish sweep of time
it's otherness I fear
the death of music rhyme

love is what escapes
leaving bounded gate
you look at my precarity
while living with our fate.