Standing walking wondering alone Sitting talking the night to own. A hardbacks ride so down and deep, Blackens holes ...o here it creeps. Being still in knowing thought, A moving wonder so soon forgot. My heart may sink or swim ashore, Giving up too climb aboard. Grounded wings My heart has sewn, Freely falling ash to stone! How can I put into words excactly how I feel, The point of such example The is now so real. In this web in time we weave Weaping tears Our souls shall greeve.