Expected chaos at the break.

A slow loop resumes

Beyond the sudden fulcrum

Of skull and skin.

The light at the end

Or the glow from the start,

The same pure blur as before

Full with the colour of wonder

Occurs in refusal of thoughts

Too wretched to melt.

Thoughts that build a world

Outside this failing one.

Thoughts that exist only

In the wonderful nothing

Of ever after.