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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