Ever Are We Haunted By That Edge So Precise

Ali Farka Touré : The River

Ali Farka Touré: Savane

The Line makes itself felt,
--thro' some Energy unknown,
ever are we haunted by
that Edge so precise, so near.
In the Dark, one never knows.
Of course I am seeking
the Warrior Path,
imagining myself
as heroick Scout.
We all feel it Looming,
even when we're awake,
out there ahead someplace,
the way you come to
feel a River or Creek ahead,
before anything else,
--sound, sky, vegetation,
--may have announced it.
Perhaps 'tis the very deep
sub-audible Hum of its Traffic
that we feel with
an equally undiscover'd part of the Sensorium,
--does it lie but over the next Ridge? the one after that? We have mileage Estimates from Rangers and Runners, yet for as long as its Distance from the Post Mark'd West remains unmeasur'd, nor is yet recorded as Fact, may it remain, a-shimmer, among the few final Pages of its Life as Fiction.
--Thomas Pynchon
Mason and Dixon