I haven't
finished
a book
in years,
knowing
there  
are no
endings.
Soft edges
vaguely
approached
present
as foreign
landscapes,
distant
and
slanted.
In recognition
of futility,
vertical lines
fall flat,
emptied
and
exhausted,
leaving
false
trails
in their
wake.
I follow,
embedding
myself
within
the infinite
weariness
of space...

-R.C. Mandeville