A door is open,
And the abyss yawns before it.
One step, and I will fall right in:
Head first, eyes wide open,
One hand outstretched to the other side,
Where you lean against another doorway,
Cynically examining the drifting ash,
Snowflakes on the updraft from the Lethe below.
I am determined to find the fisherman’s ferry,
And, unlike Orpheus, I will not look back.