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A line, edge between salty water, swirling,

  churning, and sky, moving, dancing over and

  leading ocean in complex harmonies, rhythms,

  is horizon between dreamlike liquid gulf and

  solid, everchanging canopy of air.

A circle, edge between solid attraction and comfort

  of a rock ball, metal beneath feet, and

  gasping for breath, deathlike cold, shredding,

  blood-boiling void, surrounding Earth in a

  vice grip, holding nothing but dust, is the

  same lined horizon, seen from without, not

  upon our starting point.

And somewhere out past our dreamworld lies

  a standing still point, surrounding, containing,

  circles & spirals in yet another harmony.