I wish to stand
Not in a woods with
two paths
Not on the on-ramp of
a busy highway
Nor on the edge of
the sea
I wish to stand on the horizon
The vast line of everywhere
Both sky and land
Meeting forever
The colors mix so well there
Blues to purple to
blood red orange
White to grey to
fields of gold
The horizon has no time
No shape
No boundary to escape
it flows with the
cornfield
breaks with the
glacier
Outlines a city and
mountain alike
I wish to stand on the horizon
I wish to stand on the edge of everything
To be everywhere
Every second
As I stand
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