Overflow

My 5th poem, different story. And the first thing I've written since the last. Which is a little over half a year. Hope you all like it.

Standing on the vast expanse of the razor's edge.
Playing a balancing act between fantasy and the world I can't see.
Linear movement feels like a loophole as I stand on the horizon.
Overlapping themes from every time before it, Deja Vu at it's finest.
Clarity's avatar comes in the form of caffeine induced nightmares.        
Eye's wide open, I take in the scene only to find it's exactly the same.
I am the resin holding too much together, and the time to let go is nigh.

Shattered on the floor sits the crystalline oppressor, 
Resolute stands my silvered guardian, maintaining the overflow.
Surging forth particles go downstream, washing the slate clean.
Within it's wake it leaves a solitary figure, effortlessly breaking the current.
Only then do I realize that the battle was never won, because it never started.
Stuttering forward, I apologize for the indiscretions onto deaf ears.
So here we stand, husks of what we once thought we were.