Accept limitations, then bust 'em wide open

and though I accept it for the here and foreseeable, I can leap like a desert rat through the… wait… there’s brush over by this lonesome highway: small scrubby plants that are quite beautiful as the sun rises and sets on them. And a signpost, bent and dented, a little landmark to show how far I’ve come and what direction is possible whether I choose it or not.
There is a small hole in the dirt by the side of the road. I didn’t notice it before. There may be some animal life in it flourishing underground. Maybe there are hidden pools of water. Maybe I can dig another hole. Maybe lots of them, like black dots, or escape hatches.
Most of all I like being mobile in the desolation. I wonder if I’ll see a hand wave from one of the holes.

As the afternoon settles into dusk, vision begins to waver. It is the blueness before dark that I find particularly disturbing; near and distant objects are still viewable but depth of field is gone. I know a good pair of glasses will change all this, but then the semi-psychedelic experience of treading an otherworldly planet will be less mysterious, and certainly not the adventure it is now!

or its eventuality is to LIVE LARGER THAN LIFE, then I must give lip service, identify and articulate impositions, then crack everything apart to go after the authentic life, the soaring of soul. If there is another with me on it hand in hand, so much the better!