I tread fault lines between the breaths of poise
and the littered squalls of despair
try to balance on the levee of deeds
between austerity and prayer
there are no borders I can guard
between the caverns and the hymns
no edges I can trace between my hollows
and new paths to begin
are there boundaries God has put in place
between His ether and mine?
are there stairs that find
where barren dreams and water intertwine?
and is there a limitless moment
when broken destiny and stars finally align?