One of the problems posed
by the introspective
descent-into-the-maelström
(of which I am very much in the middle)
is that the illusory walls
we wrap ourselves in
begin to flicker.
How can we stay focused
with the depthless void
yawning at our feet?
What do we do
when we find we can do anything?
When impossibility is the only impossibility,
and the only time wasted
is the time spent worrying
about time being wasted.
