The lines of ink seem to stretch
Beyond any horizon,
Pulling into the endless abyss of my mind.
Sinking deeper and deeper into
...
From to and fro
About the curtains will this sea go
Rocking about in an endless motion
Drifting off into the expanse of endless blue
...
The steps of struggle fade behind me.
Filling their spaces with a sorrowful cold
Each tread between the structures of the north
begin to become more and more unstable,
...