No Line On The Horizon
nondescript
before the moment of surrender
where a wave forms, then falls
in the chaotic choreography of chronology
without direction, dancing the collapse
as the past collides with the present, tense
and torquing the curl of time forgotten to the ocean floor
where crawling years climb fathoms in search of the surface
carrying the pressure of memories pushed through leagues
to form then fade like the smoke from two ships passing in the night
nondescript, in darkness where there is at last no line on the horizon
nondescript
before the moment of surrender
where a wave forms, then falls
in the chaotic choreography of chronology
without direction, dancing the collapse
as the past collides with the present, tense
and torquing the curl of time forgotten to the ocean floor
where crawling years climb fathoms in search of the surface
carrying the pressure of memories pushed through leagues
to form then fade like the smoke from two ships passing in the night
nondescript, in darkness where there is at last no line on the horizon
image by forty-one crush
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