Exquisite probable depths
Here I reside on the lip of the outer edge
Hugging myself to my chest
Every breath meaning less than the last

A toe in the folds of a wheel
I'll make a design to appeal to your wounded mind
Heaven knows how it'll feel
When the wheel unwinds

It's time to dive

Don't believe the golden light
That appears in your eyes
(These canyons, these chasms have their lies.)
Don't believe the golden light that appears
(I believed.)
I wish I hadn't