the view from the edge is especially fine  in the wasteland boundaries were erased  things were all the same  all darkened - all damaged - all dead  we passed through - in haste  in the dryland boundaries were indistinct  things were all the same  all dull - all brittle - all powdered   we passed through - with difficulty  in the wetland boundaries were covered  things were all the same  all grey - all fogged - all amorphous  we passed through - with confusion  in the greenland boundaries were overgrown  things were all the same  all verdant - all tangled - all changing  we passed through - with enthusiasm  we lost the the habit of noticing the edges  we had packs on our backs and a compass at hand  we travelled with a steady pace   we arrived - with urgency  in this land there are new transitions  things are not all the same  though dark, dull, grey and verdant  we move along - with hope