‘Horizon’

the horizon is low

– sky huge and bright blue,

or ominously dark. 

there are no obstacles.

that imaginary line feels like a precipice.

dangerous,

wild,

but somehow ordinary.

and you stand with eyes closed

waiting for the moment

– that wonderful second of flight –

before you hit

reality

violently.

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