the horizon is a lie
cloaked in contours
and caught between the
alpha and omega,
where the morning’s embers
are fanned into flames
until the evening fades them
into ashes settling,
settling to a rigid ground
whose edges are softened
by their billion little truths
until the horizon brings again
its little evening lie.
cloaked in contours
and caught between the
alpha and omega,
where the morning’s embers
are fanned into flames
until the evening fades them
into ashes settling,
settling to a rigid ground
whose edges are softened
by their billion little truths
until the horizon brings again
its little evening lie.
