Hopes unrealized Seeking to find Hypnotising Theorizing Disguising Who decides? Inspiring Fantasizing Polorizing Arising And rising The alarm at 7 o'clock opened my eyes, but not my thoughts. The right foot, some nerves under the fourth toe, injured climbing Mt. Yale in the snow, twenty-four years ago, now hurts worse on cold mornings, painfully limping down the dark hall, haunted by a healthier, younger self, who climbed so high, higher, to find horizons Trying Flying Harmonizing Wounds cauterizing False advertising In hiding Colliding Stars aligning Children crying Fathers dieing Interior designing The homeless man's brother watched from his car on the corner, but knew the answer would always be the same. Always repeating the same, always the same, and expecting a different result, Einstein said, is the definition of insane. He lit a cigarette, started the car, turned up the volume, and waved goodbye to Einstein. In the skies Chasing lines Circles in time Time in reprise Where sea meets sky Fly higher The non-linear horizon No line Circle in time Leave a life By the riverside When the canoe turned over and we all went into the water, my dad, the dog and me, the first thing that happened was my glasses came off and were immediately lost in the maelstrom of the torrential rushing current of the flooding river, and in the next moment my head smashed into a tree and I held on there as the water came rushing all around. Water and branches and leaves and the dog. I grabbed the dog, and called out, shouting at the top of my voice, "Dad!" Open your eyes Arise Watch out for fucking crocodiles And rise Look in my eyes I am the horizon In disguise
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