I'll go on...

.
How can I move across this space?
I start with a dot not a line
the dot I'm standing on;
from the dot I extend a line towards the unknown
that it
may be illuminated
I cast off my moorings I lean into a wild tenderness

I know it's just
the beginning;
I embrace the tempest tempting and tempering my soul
to reach
the end --
the only dot there is...

I'll go on...
.