I’m on the descent.This mountain,Steep gyri and sulci.Steeped in self-rendered poolsThat reflect nothing and everything.The ripples, the mimesis of each iteration Softens around the edges and degrades.It degrades. I’m degrading.Dare we break the surface?What lies underneath?Regardless, it breaks at the edge of the mountain.I’m untethered, adrift.Which bearing do I hold?Any pill for me, sweet N...