by rooibos

This is a revision of short idea here I wanted to expand.

  Plateau

  I learned and
  the world grew and grew
  and filled and fluxed
  until 
  I learned something that was once too small to me to notice:
  The globe in my vision had suddenly exploded
  it was ballooning under my very feet as I looked on
  zooming away into the horizon even as I stepped forward, so fast that
  I bolted, surprised- but every pounding footfall shrank me closer and closer to where I had started
  until the blurs merely brushed my senses sideways
  And it was here, 
  I was forced to slow or 
  miss the last bits of newness
  quickly becoming blinding whiteness.

  My tiny origin
  in a memorized universe, 
  measured the distance to the next Shambhala grow 
  in units farther and farther beyond my lifespan, 
  And I, a point stagnation, 
  stopped- 
  here
  Or... perhaps, paused, 
  beginning.