The Vast Horizons I Can’t See

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rrently birdshit on a car window smeared by a window wiper</p><p id="22d6">The vast horizons I can’t see are interesting to think about A world with multiple suns to drown out all of the darkness Some form of a Utopian ideal, at least to me, an introvert who thinks Zoom is social and in-person meetups are passé and also unnecessary, especially in a world with multiple suns because everything is so bright and we won’t feel the pull to sit in a cubicle with the negative and complain about our day job, our day life, our day where time is passing like a coked-up secondhand on a broken watch, just spinning into oblivion</p><p id="0d49">The vast horizons I can’t see are about a tiny dollop of hope, the warm butter for an even-warmer roll, fresh out the oven, baked to perfection, like me in the afterglow

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A Poem

The vast horizons I can’t see are a perplexing mix of fantasy and subjective reality thwarting the day-to-day operation of self A mechanically disinclined robot looking for someone to reboot him and start all over from scratch but with his kids, and his dog, and his sister, and stepbrother, and a lot of his friends, even though he doesn’t see them because the world is currently birdshit on a car window smeared by a window wiper

The vast horizons I can’t see are interesting to think about A world with multiple suns to drown out all of the darkness Some form of a Utopian ideal, at least to me, an introvert who thinks Zoom is social and in-person meetups are passé and also unnecessary, especially in a world with multiple suns because everything is so bright and we won’t feel the pull to sit in a cubicle with the negative and complain about our day job, our day life, our day where time is passing like a coked-up secondhand on a broken watch, just spinning into oblivion

The vast horizons I can’t see are about a tiny dollop of hope, the warm butter for an even-warmer roll, fresh out the oven, baked to perfection, like me in the afterglow of all these suns Full of vitality, a brushstroke of happiness cascading across a blank canvas A new beginning

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