There is a place I cannot see.

The end of the world for my mind’s eye.

A place beyond knowledge but no longer expectation.

A hidden place that lays further.

I may never reach there or be wrong entirely,

But that final horizon is ever closer.

***

That place I dread thinking of,

But cannot resist imagining.

Where disability outlives care.

Where the system fails.

Where there is no guidebook.

Where I fall off the edge of the world.

***

None of this is a conspiracy.

I may be fine now,

But no one can tell me what exists beyond.

I may pretend that it does not exist.

I may look away.

Until I cross the final horizon.