A Fine Line
There exists somewhere a line so fine;
It rests between hallucination and delirium.
Tread lightly on the space where angels
Fear to place their earthly pitter-patter.
Contrary to Newton’s law, no gravity
Exists here; for up is down, in relativity.
Once it’s crossed, a line so infinitesimal;
Fractures of fractions, a repeating decimal.
Can one’s self be left to finally decide?
It matters not, fear controls, thoughts coincide.