Etherium

Somewhere betwixt a lucid dream and falling a wounded mind cries out in calling for some sure ground to grasp, clinging yet purchased stone digs in, stinging Dangling o'er misty abyss convexly hanging from precipice the dreamer holds onto a thought but time strips away and it's forgot Slipping, falling vainly calling blinded by fated fall Turning, yearning always burning deafened by the dreaming call Landing, waking veiled earth quaking the dreamer stirs to life Searching, praying never saying the dreamer stirs to life