my horizon home

my horizon home beckons,

when the ways of words are gone,

and the need to feel is deep,

 

soak your eyes in my mountains,

trace my jagged lines, my curves,

my purple layers permeate you,

 

we are still, yet we are moving,

we quiet ones who never sleep

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