Probable Depths - Half Waif

Exquisite probable depths

Here I reside on the lip of the outer edge

Hugging myself to my chest

Every breath meaning less than the last

A toe in the folds of a wheel

I’ll make a design to appeal to your wounded mind

Heaven knows how it’ll feel

When the wheel unwinds

It’s time to dive

Don’t believe the golden light

That appears in your eyes

(These canyons, these chasms have their lies.)

Don’t believe the golden light that appears

(I believed.)

I wish I hadn’t