Under the cloak,
behind the curtain,
people are slipping,
nothing is certain.
Under the cloak, under the table,
live is drifting, nothing is stable.
Beyond the border, on the other side,
hands and legs left here, the head astride.
Behind the firewall, utter confusion,
drop the candle, no further delusion.
Behind the wall,
beyond the firestorm,
we saw it all,
the ashes thrown.
Beneath the border
you'll find a guard,
he won't look at you,
just cut you apart.