And these thoughts will snare and stretch you, Until you're so long, That no nerve will be able to connect, Your feet to your head You will no longer be able to live, Pulled thinner than angel hair, Wrenched, so thin, that you have no end Do not come near my bed I'm not part of your universe To that I'm dead To my hurt Now inconcentrate, Attracts debris, Which swirls round and round Things spread from the threshold of seeing, Towards me But I've got near vision And I can no longer see those which rule from the far side Scraps of words, wrap, then numb me And so I tire Refuse to bear the weight of air, and Exhausted, slip into the alternative reality