Flicker

This place feels almost real
The snow is too bright, river too still
Erring, glaring ahead of airless scenery
And a jet black figure beneath the resined sea
Reality flickers, flickers
Flickers again
These scenes flicker, flicker
They flicker around me
A land of glass, a land of graves
Feel equally imaginary
My feet inside the razor waves
Now that drowning figure looks just like me
Reality flickers, flickers
Flickers again
These scenes flicker, flicker
They flicker around me