Something defensible stands in the way. Clearly standing in the way. Clattering the way. It’s standard. It’s manifested in doubles. It tremors with solidity. With its sense of its solidity. It’s knowing itself to be right. It’s beyond questioning. It’s standing in the way. It’s a block. It’s a limit of acknowledgment. It’s the limits of lines. Dark heavy lines. Because they don’t bleed. Something is logical and true. It’s tracing its own trajectory. It knows how it got there. It could get back. It could move forward. It sees paths. It sees its own way. Something obvious is blocking the way. It’s too obvious. It’s surface and leap. It covers and smoothes. It doesn’t feel any contradictions. It doesn’t need to justify. Something implausible is coating the way. It varnishes everything. It’s easy to overlook. It’s impossible to see. It’s actually nothing out of the ordinary. It’s easy enough to choke on. It’s a fine dust. It shouldn’t even bother you. It’s not really in the way. Something overbearing obscuring the way. How do you know that’s the way? There’s no way of knowing the way. It’s taking the way. It’s not necessarily even that way. It could be any way. Do you even know there is a way? Something is taking the way.