La Fin du Monde

I found it. I made it. I'm here.
Not at the edge of your map.
Not beyond any stratosphere.

I'm gone. I'm past all that.
I made it. I found it. I'm here
Where there's no horizon

Not even for what you might call
An event. I found it arising
Like the wheel of stars that fall

Through the material guess
That someone less intrepid
And brighter might call dark.

You know you know the rest.
I've given up being vapid, hopeless,
In medias res. I hit it. I hit the mark.