Go
ing
catch
ing
quick
sand
in
your
hands,
slips
a
way,
it
drags
you
down,
but
you're
back;
claw
your
self
to
shore/sure,
take
a
breath
and
back
for
more.
Brush
ing
back
the
cob
webs
in
your
mind,
look
a
round
you;
what
you
might
find!
3
Un
sur
prised
by
kinds
of
tired
ness
nev
er
im
ag
ined
be
fore.
Shine
a
light
through
murk
y,
bro
ken
glass -
it
ig
nites
you,
that's
what
it
does!
Walk
ing
through
the
ash,
feel
the
ceil
ing
crack
and
crash.
Stop
and
stare
like
so;
pow
er
washed
and
pow
er
drained,
see
the
pain(t)
dis
solve -
and
then
back
a
gain,
cat
a
logue
how
it
goes,
back
a
gain,
back
a
gain…