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I stopped for a bitter second.

Pondered.

About the horizon over yonder

And how you have taken me five steps away from its face...

Just out of my reach...

Just out of my taste...

And severed my ties with it

Pulling me cleanly away

While it stood there in place.

Something drives you

Eats you alive to

Think I would soon do the same...

Bask in the pitiful vengeance of Hammurabi's shame.

And silently claim

Every eye... Every tooth...

As my own.

If it does, in fact, work that way

Then why do I still hold your heart

Long after you've given me mine?

Granted, it takes a different kind of shape now.

Sort of rounded out.

Doesn't quite bleed as vibrant as before.

No, no... Quite maroonish-gray

With a dirt spec that latched itself on

When it fell to the floor that day.

You know... that grain that has been there so long

It embeds to the vein that it's on

And spreads

Til the part is much more than the whole

Like the catchiest song that is sold

On the basis of one line alone.

Where the hook is all you remember and say,

"Hey wasn't that the tune they played one day?

Yeah, it kind of went a little something like... no no... something like...

Oh, where did it go?

I still remember the chorus though."

And it is that stanza of song you have etched onto me:

The horizon I press on to reach

But never will hold...