All is at odds with us. Doomed were the threads that tensely held the alliance of us.
We are floating amongst the dreams and the past of us. Tranquillity of that fire will never arise.
You thrive in the corners, in the inflows of me. Cut in in the slits, you exist in the shelter of time.
You break through, you flow in the drains of every succeeding moment. Do not flow away. Do not shred me.