Nowhere Mean and Delicate

Moving to an island is an ostensible sedative, but for motion to be effective, it must be constant. When the drift of change stammers, one is teased with peepshows of escape; and the great horizon, once pure, is parceled out into ridges of ever-shifting disappointment, arriving but tethered to the outskirts from whence they came. All this transpires to the rhythms of a nightmare where the goal pivots in and out of reach, and nothing is accomplished.