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.