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Over the Horizon
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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.
