There are lines and edges, things we hold on to to stop our minds spinning away on white light tides.
There are lines, shifting, moving, disappearing, we hold them tight but still they change.
They blur and gently shatter, wriggling away despite our strong hands, holding, griping.
The line is the edge: beyond is forever and nowhere, don't get washed away, don't drown in uncertainty, hold on to those sharp edges, let them dig into your flesh.
Feel your blood dripping down your hand, warm, working it's way inbetween the lines.
Hold tighter with sticky fingers, feel them slipping, hold tighter to the edges, bury them deep in your muscles.
Don't let go, don't let them escape, they are your sanctuary. Bind them to your soul, fixed, unchangeable - defy the wind!