I bleed over the fact that I can not fathom
more than what people have before
I race to see time and all its existence
but it rages from my hand like a storm
trying to run over the left overs and scraps
of what is left when we are done
and the wind will whisk me high
as the water drains out the wrath of darkness
I shiver and shake
the ground opens up and I am dropped in
feet above me seem years away
the worlds shuts me out
I can not fathom