Vanishing Point

One more last one downed, the first one long
forgotten, or at best (worst) only hazily recalled;
a jingled picture lacking any foreground by which
a perspective might be limned; that point yonder,
incommensurable in relation to the viewer’s eye.
There are then two choices. One, to walk away
(towards some other equally unreachable horizon),
or to go towards the dark-hole that beckons by its
very unknowableness. It is not an answer that lies
‘out there’ but perhaps it might at long last be the
question properly posed; one that in its elegant
frisson makes all answers unnecessary.
Pointless.