How did I start?
Where will I end?
What are the boundaries,
Great arch of experience.
I scale this abyss from far past
Broken, thrown to dank depths,
moldy prison of fear and sorrow.
Feverish eyes hold to bright stars
as if their light will cure.
In magical stories of conquered
barriers, faery-dust dragons
reveal secret plans to desist from
combat. Finally I understand their
Indigenous warnings tie me down no longer.
But the people …