Damn my eyes on the front of my head, leading me on. Damn my forward pointing feet. Damn the horizon never reached. Damn the sun with its repetitive days, all the places and faces touched but not held. Damn all the happiness, cracked at the weld. Damn my eyes on the front of my head. Damn all the days lived as if dead. Damn all the things I should have done, and the wasted days awaiting the sun. And damn all the nights when I slept through my life.

Damn all the time I squandered on work. All the wages I earned I would gladly return.

Let me walk to the sun. Let the distance approach.

Let me come to the end. Or fall off the edge.

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No. Damn the end. Place it further away. Don’t let me reach it. Give me one more day.

Rejoice in the eyes on the front of my head. Placed there to scan for the source of the quest. Rejoice in the things I haven’t yet done. Make the most of the moon, as well as the sun. Follow my forward pointing feet. Nurture undone things and people not met. Out there in the future time. I can still catch up. What is not done is mine.

Let me walk to the sun. Let the distance approach. Don’t let it arrive. Not yet.