There is a tinge of sadness in anything that floats.
In the float is buried the seed of sinking.
There is a tinge of sadness in everyone who sleeps.
The seed of wakefulness lay dormant in a dream.
People think themselves fearless of Poe’s pit–sans the pendulum,
but underestimate the suffocating power of the void.
The pendulum is swift; the pit, relentless
Fear of the dark is fear of what is not.