Horizons

The sky pressed into the palm
And released strain
Thoughts of individual reality streams
And wasted conclusions
A yellow line mends the seem
And is pointed right at me
In it you can sense that perfection is forever all around us
And not meant to be human
Uncertainty is not so easily shaken
Uncertainty is not so easily shaken
Perfection is when everything stops
Becomes stone in line to be broken
And motion forever will allow
Everything has become whole
Each degree of speed can be collapsed and superimposed
Twisted in the orange line there is no movement
In the orange line there is no movement
But uncertainty is not so easily shaken
Everything has become whole
Everything has become whole
Each degree of speed can be collapsed, and superimposed
In the orange line there is no movement
Everything had become whole