Point Blank

Depending on the tides We've searched worlds with fixed eyes in positions Serious with concern and a sense of times Scoured for meaning, the frontier of being What’s intended to be? We've missed by the narrowest of margins, thirsted for new grounds higher and expanding neither one nor the other but within the remote pushing past the middle, exposed We've confronted face to face with patience and appreciated star-gazing, on this plane The entire fullness of the nothingness. Point blank.