Clayborn-jigsaw fault of process Not as they were not as things could ever be Sisyphus breaks upon his hill Sisyphus laid upon his hill Fractal man glass from sand fractal man Cleaved in half cleansed of self fractal man Let time erode the guilt Let time wash away the shame Let time erode the guilt Let time wash away the shame Your sculpting hand who you want me to be Sorted in its lonely law burning wildly to love For eyes that can see not theirs not yours Spoken for and against I am not who I am not No more hiding that I am