Further

.horizon

nothing further
on a day at sea

horizon,
line beyond humps of swells
storm surge nil
as sea slaps hull

horizon,
wide crisp ring
or noose

horizon,
incision made in gray and gray
between high and low
a rift we never breach
but ever keep our eyes on

ledge we never reach
prey we never catch
shore without a beach
gate without a latch

horizon,
tight-lipped 
and taut
as a lute string

strung from zip to zip
as distant as a hoax
a hold we never grip

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by Jim Culleny 9/7/12

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