I lay my hands on the dirt Feeling every part of me disperse I oscillate and dissipate to nothing I lift my head from the surface A moment felt in every universe Sending every instance Of reality back to me In the streams of downward inertia The shards and shattered remains of A haunted station The only home that I know The sentinel that brought me to your world To salvage this burning collateral Vault of creation The only specter of hope I'm crushed by the weight of my own bones The air that I breathe is heavy as Flowing matter My sentience scattered Through winds that carry me Places I've never seen I'm struck by the visions Of linear lines I see the horizon For the first time Flowing matter My sentience scattered Gravity can you keep me From coming undone In the streams of downward inertia The shards and shattered remains of A haunted station The only home that I know The sentinel that brought me to your world To salvage this burning collateral Vault of creation The only specter of hope