Silence in inner space.
Silent Winter grows colder with absence.
The Horizon Viewed By Day/Night
Far and distant shores await your arrival
as ours strain to let you go. Remember the
land which gave you life as you look back
on the scraps of memory you take. This is
as life should be. Is this as life should be?
We make the answers to the questions we
ask. Time melts, drips over the horizon.
The road forks, fades from memory. A set
ting sun, night. Sunrise once more, daylight.
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