The mouth of the horizon, even with pursed lips, joins heaven and earth

We can only envy that border as we cross the landscape or sail the seas

for there is no path for us to reach it, no mechanism with which to touch

its volcanic stillness – one that erupts in stone-age silence only to retreat

in soft repose. We are, at long last, so much the same.



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