It came to me more as a vision than a dream A house perched high on a cliff over a stream below cutting a widening swath from the foot of the bank Small erosions were enough to tear it down to the waters below The trees were the first things to go, clinging to roots in false hopes that they would hold the hill A faith that's suffered still Ss it all washed away, the structure and context the wood and the clay, a glimpse of our fate This too shall pass It's crucial that we see this world for what it is, a point of light, the intersection of lines ad infinitum