| Let us begin with a simple line, | |
| Drawn as a child would draw it, | |
| To indicate the horizon, | |
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| More real than the real horizon, | |
| Which is less than line, | 5 |
| Which is visible abstraction, a ratio. | |
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| The line ravishes the page with implications | |
| Of white earth, white sky! | |
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| The horizon moves as we move, | |
| Making us feel central. | 10 |
| But the horizon is an empty shell— | |
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| Strange radius whose center is peripheral. | |
| As the horizon draws us on, withdrawing, | |
| The line draws us in, | |
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| Requiring further lines, | 15 |
| Engendering curves, verticals, diagonals, | |
| Urging shades, shapes, figures… | |
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| What should we place, in all good faith, | |
| On the horizon? A stone? | |
| An empty chair? A submarine? | 20 |
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| Take your time. Take it easy. | |
| The horizon will not stop abstracting us. | |
