A Year of Poems – Day 326

We are bounded by the horizon line,
Bounded in infinite finiteness
To the never-ending stricture of a globe.
Our cell is round and always spinning,
Still there is comfort in the horizon
Tomorrow lurks just beyond its fiery line
Beyond the reach of the largest clouds.


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