It is and is not.

We did not find the end

And we hardly stepped foot onto the start.

The rhythmic lines we drew

Meandering here and there

Led everywhere and nowhere at once.

We moved and swayed and wandered

With our bliss

And our torture

Fully throttled, both sides,

Floating with the slow and careful glide

Of those who must avoid

The borderlands;

And centered we will be

For now and never,

Always and but once,

Offering the shards of peace

To all who enter.