The ceiling for the temporal,
a cobalt grey canvas painted
with lofty white shapes that
serve as the world’s roof.
The stars we reach for,
the otherworld destinations
we dream about, that pie you so
often hear about, all
at home in the limitless sky.
So far away in time and space,
but so near to our ears
and eyes. A liquid less sea holding
all our dreams and fears.
The horizon our ultimate destination.
the reds and purples of dusk our time
to go. A farewell show to our loved ones,
the ones to leave before us, the ones we
beat to the punch, and the ones just
embarking on the opposite end
of the world’s horizon.
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