...an abstract of \"unsigned horizon\"
The horizon stays unsigned,
a grey span that won’t take a mark.
The raft holds by its own inward pull,
nothing formal keeping it together...
while the world asks for a choice
it has no right to ask for...
The shore’s light keeps searching—
looking for a gap, a point to press—
The sun rises needing no agreement,
moving in its own slow way,
a gold that holds even as dark pushes —
heat that stays when the rest goes cold,
steady enough to keep
the raft in one piece.
Steady enough to keep the raft in peace.
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