horizon--
how stubborn your obstruction
of where this road leads.
you give me but a (vanishing) point,
held in your distant smile,
and all my struggled projections
lead only to it.
why will you not reveal what lies beyond?
why not open your mouth to the
sky, (speak sing)
unfolding all the threads
wound up
(in your throat)
on Time's tantalizing
spindle?
but alas--
you remain but a (silent) smile,
holding quietly the gravity
to which all my movements
lead.
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