If the square Seen from high above Spreads thin as it comes close
If the shape Years dug into my soul Crumbles under the mist's weight
Answer me. Nothing suspended in the unknown. Tell the shadow of our fears To leave.
I see them again. I fear if I see more I will not wake up again. On the edge of a reality to frightful to accept Yet a presence.
Shapes in the shapeless. Of my own making. Unweavable.
Logic can't help. It's not in numbers.
Acceptance. Of the worst that could happen. If If It is I hope it's quick, no time to fall.