The horizon, that boundary where
solid earth yields up to infinite sky,
so self-complete that could you go there
you would see more earth
and more infinity.
That horizon, framing up from down
and spreading out to the limits of your vision,
so that could you watch it forever
you would see yourself
watching infinity
Yes, this horizon, holding tight to my heart
and touching rib to rib in a double crescent
so whole that splitting smile from frown
hurts more than holding both together,
grasping for infinity.
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