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nothing further in a day
at sea
……….. horizon
line beyond humps of swells
storm surge nil
sea slaps hull
……….. horizon
wide crisp ring
or noose
……….. horizon
incision 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
distant as a hoax
a hold we never grip
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by Jim Culleny 9/7/12
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Blink 