This is a metaphor of the greatness  of existence spiraling into a kind of  non existence more or less. 

Into the event horizon, metaphorically. 




Broken Horizon

A broken horizon 

Trust slips between cloisters of cloud

Like dark liquid on train tracks of rain

Night like a wounded forest creature screams,

A monolithic cage accretes 

Creating effigies of Light of Time

That spiral hauntingly through tunnels 

Unseen, not thought of or heard

A composite statue containing 

Every atom of being draws back into itself, 

All others fleeing from,

A broken horizon 

 





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Written on 2024-09-29 at 02:16

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
the parallels of a road join at the horizon, if you take it in front
we are a point on the horizon ?
2024-09-29