  When I stepped disastrously from a precipice (I named it The End of the World) gravity relinquished its downwardness - but the physics of not knowing down from up were beyond my grasp - it was a heady sinking or rising I did not know which. A sentence became my lifeline like a tenuous thread - a small dark thread - and you saved me. Tonight, I'll leave off sleeping. My heart has not yet regained the ground. 
