Now, I will let go something.
I will allow mist.
Sometimes, explaining offers clarity,
and it works well.
Other times, it destroys
the delicate web of threads.
“There’ll never be a door. You are inside and the fortress contains the universe and has no other side nor any back nor any outer wall nor secret core. Do not expect the rigor of your path, which stubbornly splits into another one, which stubbornly splits into another one, to have an end. . . […]