your world isn’t ending, it’s just expanding.
the fact that you can’t see the boundaries anymore
doesn’t mean they have fallen, only that they’ve
moved out a distance.
it’s amazing to think
that you might have to walk for miles
to limit yourself now.
buck up, little camper;
bring water, carry a notebook,
don’t forget to write. the walls are somewhere
out there, in every direction. pick one and
don’t look back.
Dark Matter 
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