UNTOUCHABLE HORIZON

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

There is no security
no comfort in this life
no sure things
nothing lasts forever
no assurances
nothing solid
nothing permanent,
everything
fleeting and temporary
transitory
a wisp of air
smelling of flowers
a breath of fire
every moment
a tiny millisecond
on the eternal clock,
given significance
only by ourselves…

Time marches onward
relentless
crushing the brittle bones
of the dead past underfoot
marching
towards you
with you
past you…
disappearing
in the distance,
a tiny black speck
on an untouchable bright horizon
while you stand alone
waiting
for something you cannot name…

 

THB3

 

 

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