Nobody knows what flickers behind my silent mask,




The shadows in the glass are more real.




A whisper of ice shudders down my spine,




As the chill of the universe seeps into my bones.




Stepping into the blackness I stand still,




Hovering over the precipice of non-being,




As the world continues to sing her alien song.




It is a space starlit, where a splash of dawn enters.




Far beyond time and meanings call.




Between the self and what is not,




A strange confluence of time and space,




The sole ****** of this interior being.




And as the outside constructs its reality based dreams,




On an invisible wire I dance over an infinite waterfall.