Over the Horizon

The Old Stuff

February 15, 2004

A new day has come.

It threw open my chest

and with my soul,

ran across the horizon.

A new day holds no promises for the next

and no desire for the last.

From hours to minutes to seconds,

the fa�ade of the sky changes, slightly

but enough to never again achieve the beauty

of one second past.

The clock, steadily ticking

ceases to override

the passionate, desolate

heart of time.

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