Horizon (a.k.a 2009)

Look out past the sunlit skies to an oasis

Far and wide as the land is long

And as the sea is deep

And as the air is thin and transparent

Past the emotional bent of human existence

And the existential nomenclature

Sizzles the repressed, organic substantiation

Of Life

And Living

And Dying

And Death

And Rebirth

And the ever ebbing and flowing of circles

That move and torture the soul

Once more

It is the horizon

It is the “what’s next”

It is the belief that beyond what you can see

Is something majestic

Something worthy of glorification

Like

Like. . .

Like tomorrow

Like awakening eyes

Like childbirth

Or like stepping foot off of a plane in a new location

Basking in the ever-present belief that each moment

May be our last

Or just the step before the next

In a long list of steps that is our being

Taking control of what’s in front of you

Within reach

Right before the horizon

Right before the blue meets yellow, orange, red

Right before present presses against future

In a hug so grand that you feel it as heat

Cooling heat

Isn’t it refreshing?

The horizon is among us all

And we have the power to believe it to be

What we want it to be

The next best thing to today

For in this moment

In this time

In this hour

We have maxed out our beliefs

And the horizon is the only thing

That will take us further beyond our

Realism’s understanding

To our imagination’s creations

To the core of everything we know

Life does get better

When we look out upon

The horizon