It is and is not.

We did not find the end

And we hardly stepped into the start.

The rhythmic lines we drew,

Twisting in the dark stalks

Erupting from this plain,

Led everywhere and nowhere at once.

We moved and swayed and wandered

With our bliss

And our torture

Fully throttled,

Gliding with the careful drift

Of those who must avoid

The borderlands;

And centered we will be in wild expanse

For now and never,

Always and but once,

Offering the shards of peace

To all who enter.