Horizon's Pull



Horizon beckons

far off----away

where promises promise

that better day.



With fingertips

I trace that line,

across an ocean

of salted wine.



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...


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