If I see an horizon
I get scared.
I don’t like
Looking so far
It’s like
Therein lies the end,
At The Edge of the World.
It’s the link to nowhere.
Here is familiar.
Here is the world’s
Distant march,
Right here on my floor
And step.
I like dreaming.
I am poetry.
My lines are drawn
Against the world.
Right here.
Not on any horizon.

Christopher Thompson

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