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.”