we totter near the edge of hell, yet
all must peak inside. to see if the flames
would burn us as well.
do we believe that we are
immortal? that we are somehow shielded
from the tongues of hades?
or must w feel the fire charring
away at our flesh? reminding us of who
and where we are?
we watch as our close friends
close their eyes and jump in to the fiery
depths. you think that would be enough
for the well informed.
yet everyone pushes their own
limits, burning their fingertips once or
maybe twice. unable to believe that they
could be consumed as well.
watching others loose their
balance and fall makes us tighten our
grip; but forhow long? how often should
a friend be hurt to keep us beyond hells
grasp?
