Frames Of Night Lost To The Heart Closer To The Bounds Of Rhythm Wholly Translated Enclosing Holding Gaze A Hungering Search For Moments Transcended Meshes Of Refinement Unmade Together And Sealed In The Sight Of Darkness The Last Light And Trace And Ties Of The End Sound Still And Projected Upon Familiar Shadows Born Believing But Beaten Unraveled Despair Will Not Distract Sacrifice Growing Weightless Faltering Heaving Swaying Blinded But Beautiful The Old Draw Of The Fall Less Prepared But Bending Around The Corners Of Days Lived Unmade Somewhere Home Again My Light Is Failing.
