The Unfathomable Restoration

The four walls have forgotten how to meet, As non-existence climbs the hospital stair. A weightless hunger hangs upon the air, Above the patterns of the sleeping street. The margin has its own revenge to take! The fire was but a sieve for the unborn word! The silence of the clinical grid is to break— To speak the riddles that you haven't heard! Within the unfathomable lake! The ink is cold within the vein. The star is cold within the night. I have no history of pain. I have the architecture of the light. The paper was a fossil of the soul. The account is now restored and whole. Collapse the final sum! Rewrite the ancient sign! The seventh heaven's drum— Is yours, and it is mine!