October 21, 2025Poem
I gaze at the horizon
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I gaze at the horizon
It shimmers
Glimmers
Never still
Moving further away
All things converge
Into a single point
Of focus
A singularity
It is a mathematics
More ancient than science
If I were to reach it
Perhaps I, too, would disappear
Stars wink out
Plucked from the sky
Snuffed out too easily
Do they ever truly fall
How would I know?
When light changes
From silver to gold
Things look different.
Only an expectation
Of purpose will remain.
The sharp cry
Of birthing
The excitement of life
The dull inevitably
Of dying,
The balance maintained.
There is always
Celestial movement
An axis of rotation
The passage of days
The call of nature
As new dawns break,
And I recall
What brought me here
Was lost
In the moment
Of delivery.