Into the gap, full of all that can happen,
Full of things you have never been able to conceive.
Only once you’ve been caught, if you see the catch or not,
Is it easier then to believe?

Between the known and unknown is a realm of its own, so
Full of things you have never prepared to understand.
Never resting in place within ever-fluid space, oh:
Welcome to my borderland.

("I’m proposing a toast: to this beautiful fabric that binds our very world together... Of course, I’d say the most beautiful thing... is watching it elegantly ripped apart. ...Now, drink up! Surely you know, there’s always the best time to be had... in that dangerously intoxicating state, right on the border of consciousness.")

Spend suspended one moment caught between life and death,
Resting soundly, all thoughts resounding, and drifting finally undefined.
Images reprise to the beat of your measured breath,
Those remembered and those invented each blurring over your fragile mind…

At this breaking hour, blossom like a flower;
Every fold will soon be opened, vastly bursting at the seam.
Draw your lines in vain, grasping to explain at all
The difference of a nightmare from a dream.

Flow from every joint, in more ways than signs can point:
You lose your sense and let illusion spirit you away.
Just a trick of light casts the world in black and white;
What keeps it all from blending into gray?

Raw power at the peak, not a single weakness
In the masterful design yet holding strong.
Planned, perfectly precise— shall it suffice to say
It’s all being made up as it goes along?

Eyes, steady in a gaze, watch you as you graze
That fragile axis, nearly phasing through the crack.
Where on this globe does west become the east?
Careful. At that point, there is no turning back.