The Fever took my mind to the edge of jagged cliffs;
To the peripheral reaches that man dare not tread.
Until what was known became nothing more than speculation.
I pushed upon the walls of the beyond, which gave way with ease.
The Unknown revealed a momentary lapse in judgment.
The abstract tidings from the spirits offered their condolences to my inevitable advent.
For they knew of my first and last day.
A Premonition can only be measured by the truth.
