Mind wavers on the precipice, overlooking an enormous chasm.
If it continues on as it did before, surely madness will follow.
If instead it stops in its tracks, expect an unbearable peace.
At this moment, a heart-shaped ship sails into view,
bearing glad tidings of humbling compassion
on feathery wings made of golden light.
Mind can only watch in silence —
there is no passage reason can grant
without leaving itself behind on that cliff
and plunging heart-first into the darkening depth
which stretches on, far beyond the receding horizon.