I’m off to understand greater the frontier outside of grids.
Tracing road map signs in cursive loops,
the ways winding about geographical decay,
the arts of cityscapes a bleaker horizon daily.
Reading messages in smokestack signals,
convinced of an image in immolated dreams,
I’m left to try again at things that may never make certain sense,
but in the procession of dating archaeology,
an inch nearer waterfall drops in years,
the climb to experience is our single reminder of humanity.
You could have seen the Grand Canyon,
but never actually seen it in your life.