Horizons - Kolya

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