Sun creeps to horizon,
Silent and slow-paced,
With a crimson face and
Pale light in eyes.
Travel to a citadel of hope
For open out an empire of thought
And womb of desire fecundate here again
To elicit us from sullen pall of darkness.
To rise up with a crystal face again.
But once we all sink to
Under that horizontal point
At crepuscular momment of life.
The Horizontal Point
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