"If this be my last breath weary soul will have found its best safe in arms of my Savior I'll be like a dream like a prayer like a mystery."

he knows your going through.

Do we belong in this perilous wonder?
The coffee is cold, it's been sitting for hours;
That steam is misleading, it's been there for days.
What grows cold with the fondness of summer
Must muster head from the door on the left.
Who made these rules of hardening age?
The wires we trip and the chains we glaze.
For untold duty awaits on the opposite
While we fall and curse the ground where we lay.
Can the winter fill the fissure and create
A monolith of our brains?
Family, an ebb, to leaving when under...
All anticipate the firey break.

Hanging of hands and head in silence, by mumrussia.