Understanding-we walk on broken glass,
Ever wary of doubt-we pre-forge our paths.
Isolate-destitute, we wander aimless,
Purpose; we attenuate-
For hands that might grasp...
Hollowed darkness consumes us,
We become as we are not.
All possibility, into is thrust-
As limits, become infinite-
With naught a boundary cast..
Outside worlds seem hopeless,
Lacking-the shapes you'd form..
Empty force, drowns in moments-
Clocks tick, as time closes-
Approaching instants, setting us on course...
