The Active Horizon

Eastwards lie the breaks of day and night.

So the pilot knows, whose course she’ll steer

through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light

and worlds to win (in real estate, delight)

fire imaginings: let ’er rip!  Quick!  Veer

eastwards by the breaks of day and night!

Again they come, the dawn and shroud alike

drawn over, as by modest hands, cool/sear

through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light.

And yet not without subtlety, black and white

not untransitioned, caveats loud and clear:

eastwards lie the breaks of day and night.

Again, ye would-be martyrs, find the fight

within you!  If you read this, they are here:

your darkness-lands, your oceans drenched with light.

And in the east I saw a sudden, bright,

and silence soon descend, as, after fear…

Eastwards lie the breaks of day and night,

through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light.