I looked off into the distance but I couldn't see
Sky and ocean conspired to erase the line between
What's known as horizon, sharp as a knife, ceased
No divide, the hardest thing about being here is
Nothing on top of nothing, no distraction, little
At night there's the moon, some stars, no other
light. I sit silent
staring into it and myself. No memories, no plans.
I get scared.
If you ever got beyond your conditioning what
would be left?