Like the precursor
to some
early morning
massacre
foreshadowing.
The horizon
harbors
everything we
blind ourselves
from
but it
has been set
for some time
the sun.
Objects
are closer
than they appear
learning
to accept
that with growth
always
always discomfort.
What I require
is
often
disappointing
for others
to endure
although
I may be
wrong.
