grasping at the edge somewhere on the other side tending the sleeping ground clutching to the knife slipping out of day machinery drowning out fortress inner world staving off the doubt wrestling memories hold the past in broken arms shards cut to the quick before the cruciform morning star is the dawn cast the shadow of the cross groping in the dark for answers to the loss are we waiting just to leave is there an answer which eludes we stand upon a floating world simply staving off the truth