Sunday, August 24, 2008

horizontally challenged

in the land over the horizon
there lived a catalogue of the human condition
arrayed as if on display for purchase

here you had your mundanity, your profundity
the lowlifes and high society
the lost and the searching
the eminent wise and the unknown prophets
the forsaken, the power-hungry, the oblivious

crushed together in the confines of their world
shoulder upon shoulder, boot to boot
breathing in each other's exhalations
and never able to escape

for you are what you were made to be
and wherever you go you cannot lose yourself

the land over the horizon is never far away
for the horizon is defined
as the furthest point which you can see
from your present position

and if you have ceased moving

then you are dead

3 comments:

D.Macri said...

Are you saying I'm going to die!?

(just kidding)

<3

cara said...

that third stanza reminds me of T.O.

Anonymous said...

Push Z! Push!