CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER

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.

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