Limbs dangling over the edge

Yet again I found no cure

Kept barely sane with knowledge

I draw away what’s pure

With lines that travel straight and curved

Trapped inside the graph

Each day my justice could be served

Fear prompts me to laugh

This life for some it comes so simple

The rest must place their bets in

How can I abuse the temple

My own god lay rest in

And with these thoughts I still drudge on

In my own imperfection

This light I hold and blow upon

Remains my lone protection