Aiming for the Horizon

I'm aiming for the horizon

For the cradle of dusk and dawn

Where both nothing and everything

Exist, in unison and in discord

I've decided to leave behind the trap

Of boxes, borders, and broken bones

All that I was beholden and usurped by

For something that is... awry and... at angles

I'm leaving behind the husk of my self—its shell

For it's so damn withered, weathered, and worn

Battered, beaten, and so bored, and burrowed

It's expended itself, now just an inkless pen

The horizon: far beyond all I've ever dreamed of

A sheen pinpoint beyond the vast mass of my own past

An unknown something, scintillating in its beauty

Finally a way out of my own darkness

M.M.