The road continues to its vanishing point on the horizon —
where over-ambition falls to earth as delusion
and toil is sublimated into wonder.
Will you travel with me?
Will you relinquish the almost right and the fairly good?
Can you scrape away the detail from the essence?
Navigation may be difficult.
There is a route to perfection, but it is not signposted.
Sometimes tarmac gives way to dirt and mud.
The light is fading, now.
Eventually, sleep will be unavoidable.
Tomorrow, we can steal the lightening.