Terra Nullius
We depend
On the idea
Of a horizon.
It shapes our understanding,
Our viewpoint
Both of eye and mind.
With that finiteness
To bound us
We can make plans,
As long as nothing
Gets in the way.
We need the picture plane
To have its vanishing point
Uninterrupted.
The landscape of our future
Needs to be empty.
We cannot write
Our dreams of time
On the proximate walls
That press in
On us.