Be careful not to hurt your tiny brain
One more wisdom and you’ll go insane.
One more step outside the usual box,
and there will be a dead curious fox.
There will be an empty shell of glass
That couldn’t possibly hope to pass
for anything different that it already is
The thing you snatched was a death’s kiss.
Don’t pretend you’re not petrified by
The enormous shine you’ve got to ally.
Aren’t you disturbed by its morbid glee?
You shrug, smiling: “Sit tight and watch me.”