Angustiæ

I’m not sure, she said, it is hard to tell

Whether the world is moving and I am still,

Or if the earth spins on after I fell.

I continue to fall, and will do so until

All that holds me is nothing. Too much

Emptiness. The space between me

And light, and sound, and touch

And you, whoever you may turn out to be,

Is unfathomably vast. Distant memories fade,

I‘ve lost so much. Did I dream it all?

Love while you can. The price to be paid

When it dies, she said, is a vertiginous fall

c Teresa Durran 180815