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May 2013
It is 1:30 am somewhere,
I stew in the heat of the day,
the Sun is gone West and
drained into that spot there.

The horizon.

Are you always looking at that place,
or any place where they meet with a
deep studying look on your face?
Like me.

I see blue sky some days,
Smog, the dragon, other days, polluting the view,
I see clouds yet and complain, again,

and again.

If I walked to where the horizon is, I see
                     from my second floor balcony,
I would keep on walking and never succeed.

But with my eye, I can see where those two meet,
they touch, and I am speechless at the beauty,
no matter what the weather is they meet, they
touch every day.  All around me.

And every night too.
Dark, the dark brings,
quiet to their night time,
together time,
where the sky meets the Earth.
Ottar
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