Inconspicuous Title

When some fail
To understand the declin-
Ing issue at hand,
The walls buckle
Under the weight of the misconstrued.
A line--though near straight--mov-
Ing across time
Meets its starting point.
--Terminated by the anti-dawn.
Neither whole nor hole,
Its existence owed to the
Conspiracy of a single molecule act-
Ing out of line,
Line dismissed into the distance,
Kinged as the Horizon
Of all things
And all things with the Horizon.
Running from the point
It knows now it sees,
Nothing touched Horizon,
Nothing felt Horizon,
Nothing breathed the same air Horizon breathed,
Nothing looked for Horizon
Until nothing found Horizon
And nothing searched forever.

Author's Note

Ehhhh, I'm a bit unsure what people will get out of this. Either people are going to think I'm mental, or they're gonna 'get it.'

If you see anything spelled wrong, let me know.

Reviews

[Amber Lily]

Hmm... I'm not sure what the message is but I'd love to hear know if your willing to share! I don't get stumped on poetry too often, but that just means it will leave some of your readers thinking about it long after it was read! The beauty of poems like this is that many conclusions could be drawn from it's meaning, and every reader could come away with something completely different. :)