Amor FatiThe night settles cool and quickA bottle of ink spilled across a rose skyShades of human life linger and passThe musty tents seeping a carnival waltzA glow beneath the canvas draws me inA wondrous escape into a world of gold I lean in closer, for on the table in the centerResides a solitary sphereI lean in closer, soft whispers written on my skull"What does the future hold for you?"CloserCloserCloserI see nothing. My nose touchesThe room spins around A whirl of magenta and goldI'm grasping for a way outFingers brush the edgeIt's too late.I am inside, watching the world from inside out.