On an empty bus at midnight at the border between two worlds, Neither of which knows my name. Mosquitos and the driver's snores weave a lullaby around my wrists, That feels like handcuffs. After hours of motion, watching the world spin by Through a one and a half foot by one and a half foot portal, I am in complete stillness. And I feel that I am suffering from lack-of-motion sickness. I close my eyes and the world spins by, Taking me to the edge of my mind. I open my eyes and the sky unfolds. There's no more mystery about eternity.