This is a metaphor of the greatness of existence spiraling into a kind of non existence more or less.
Into the event horizon, metaphorically.
Broken Horizon
A broken horizon
Trust slips between cloisters of cloud
Like dark liquid on train tracks of rain
Night like a wounded forest creature screams,
A monolithic cage accretes
Creating effigies of Light of Time
That spiral hauntingly through tunnels
Unseen, not thought of or heard
A composite statue containing
Every atom of being draws back into itself,
All others fleeing from,
A broken horizon
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-09-29 at 02:16
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