On the Verge of Madness,
at the crossroads of Reason,
black and white blur to gray,
all comfort zones fade away
—and then--
we enter the Region of the Unknown,
make our choice,
Acquiesce or Stand Firm,
and yet, on either path,
what Dark Agents wait patiently to guide us?
Standing vexed before distorted glass,
do we perceive an Other at our side,
or merely a Transformed version of Self gazing back?