That horizon which is not thought, but the limits of this body – a dark land; neither friend nor enemy – keep watch on that border.
One word launches, arcing out of darkness, and another, and another, till an avalanche of thought engulfs us. Blinded in a frenzy of white words, we’re off; headed God knows where….
Broken orders, maps in disarray you return – minutes, hours later.
Be vigilant. The tower guards are all dead and the dark is more familiar than you know.