The eyes buldged. The stomach blushed. The mind reeled.

The person communicating the ideas. The person trying to understand. The chasm in between.

In the crumbling and in the breaking there is freedom. A rug pulled and vertigo ensued. Finally, eyes ripped from the tomb.

The map I have is incomplete. It’s direction is unknown and gaps unseen. Who am I to lead me?

Even if, the team must be carried. It can be done. It just takes one.