We arrive at the edge of All, where Nothing stops,
or, if we look back, where Everything begins.
We need directions. Glitzy tax-free shops
showcase pristine worlds and a Catalogue of Sins
with the Tree of Knowledge’s photo on its cover.
Mysterious ailments nibble our attention.
We have no money. We are frightened. We discover
that eternal travel is the cruelest detention.
Earth Tourist
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Earth Tourist 
Eternal travel as detention -encapsulates the multilemma I am currently trying to unravel l’ll get there soon, hopefully without casualties along the way :) So, I liked the poem !
Cheers, Dave. I look forward to reading more about your multilemma.
I like this very much–the state of being alive today.
Many thanks, Elise.
I like this, shades of Rimbaud and Laforgue!
Cheers, Dave. I appreciate the shades.