A Preserved Darkness
The world ends but the territory goes on. The world ends like the horizon, like the/ curvature of the earth whether anyone believes it exists. The world ends & beyond its/ end burns a signal fire human eyes cannot see, smoke noses cannot detect even/ downwind. The world ends downwards & depends on where feet are placed, the/ direction faced. The world ends in one direction—away from the territory, weather in its/ chest.