how to stand one s ground when the flood drowns everything around conceals and buries under how to rebuild and re design hot to forge as whole and re devide broken and torn asunder how to speak without a sound without a voice utter the words profound into the silence how to comprehend and to abide how to re arrange and re define the emptiness inside cold winds of the north black waters and the frozen shores are waiting for the storm no trails leading forth no pathway to the woods forsaken and forlorn