The dizzying height, a blur of swarming existence trembling down
Prick of cold marble and moist breath relinquishing in fuming sighs
That strand of wild hair lashing relentlessly on my brow, adamant, Angry.
Angry at the glorious sun and its crimson arms, Jealous
Jealous at the wind fanning the mist away, carving the bleak-bold.
Point of no return, of inching cliff and imminent fall
Pair of brown pools one wants to sink into, gasping for breath
Drowning in helpless desires and dual dreams
Yet, the only tug back, the one resistance to losing oneself
A lose thread, one sharp twinge and gone
Come! Come with me.. They say! Come, do not swim away!
One look and Lo! I dive down. Deep into land of muffled stars
Of subtle light and comfortable warmth, of painted dreams and fresh desires alike
I delve into layers of unknown existence, into infinity, into tangible Euphoria!
