You toe the line at the edge of your self, wondering just how far
you can go. You line your toes up at the edge of the edge,
wandering up and down it like a …penguin!
Yes, you would have to be stopped. They would have to have a
line to rope you in by—a line to haul in this trove, before you
would step back and return to the winding open road, the one
you’re on all day, the one they’ve now (at last?) caught up to.