You are a memory stuck inside the head of Boris Johnson.
You are a sleepy sloth hanging onto the wild willow.
You are the shine on a silver spoon in the sunlight.
You are the smell of an apple ready to be picked off an old tree.
You are the blade on a Samurai’s katana prepared to slice the next victims.
You are a star lighting up the abyss above.
You are water trapped in a never ending cycle.