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An horizon
Obliterated
Of hope, of faith
The boat we take
From this island
The pain
Like a hundred nails in hands and feet
Will you wake me up
Make up for this
The dismissed ideal
Nothing can conceal
The wonders that could have been
Nothing ever seen
Before
Your eyes awoke
Bespoke
As some creation
Unfolding
From your heart
Its own life
Its own fate
Will you wake
Or too late
The boat far out
The lake too deep
The senses reel
The eddying giddiness I feel
Your face
That embrace
And it all was for
Just to be no more
An horizon stretched
Like a line in the sand
Some stroke of genius
To walk on water
Or part it still
No movement
Only silence
This thrill
Words March 2020 inspiration listening to Bjork.
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