as I walked on the precipice between shadow and light stars dancing in the moonlit deep nothing felt more real than the crunch of my boots and the chill of the night sparks swirled like petals crowned in red as the sky glimmered and glowed in a fitful sleep the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head where the sky had no end and the earth seemed uncertain up seemed like down and both a cruel joke as if the void were a stage and rock just a curtain in the golden hours when time hung by a thread as the moon whispered to the sun and the stars almost spoke I felt so alive I wondered if perhaps I was dead