Recreant of the fold
The impulse external now vivid in absence
The ideal decaying
Steeped in ruin
Burying truth
Resurrecting crooked abstracts
The agent abandoned
Calling void appeal to the self that's drawing breath
Fail
As I have
Raise
Veil of my heart
Sourcing the call
Ever intact
Turn
Time proven truths
Leading the end
Leaving the trail
Lift the shadow of the monolith, the afflicted role
Strength breaks under the shelter of aid, steadying search
Despite the tide of loss
This vessel remains