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Horizon's Pull
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Soul Poetry
Horizon beckons
far off----away
where promises promise
that better day.
With fingertips
I trace that line
across an ocean
of salted wine.
Intoxicated
from tiny sips
as the glassy surface
presses parted lips.
On distant shore
I take mental note-
If I plunged in
would I sink...or float?
Dare I take
that final dive?
Where death swallows a soul
already drowned alive...
