THE BEAM 

The Beam, structural and illuminating, a bearing column, a ray of light, and the world made appreciable and resolute, as language, obelisk or rocket plume.

It holds me up and shows the way and I am thankful for its inheritance, yet for the very lack to conceive otherwise, I find myself doubting its integrity and wishing to escape its harsh light. The Beam wants to bend back on itself, to be heard clamouring towards earth, dissolving its horizons and forgetting the incidence of its knowledge.