Yamoddles

Let us begin with a simple line,
          	Drawn as a child would draw it, 
          	To indicate the horizon,
          	
          	More real than the real horizon,
          	Which is less than line,
          	Which is visible abstraction, a ratio.
          	
          	The line ravishes the page with implications
          	Of white earth, white sky!
          	
          	The horizon moves as we move, 
          	Making us feel central.
          	But the horizon is an empty shell—
          	
          	Strange radius whose center is peripheral.
          	As the horizon draws us on, withdrawing, 
          	The line draws us in, 
          	
          	Requiring further lines, 
          	Engendering curves, verticals, diagonals,
          	Urging shades, shapes, figures…
          	
          	What should we place, in all good faith,
          	On the horizon? A stone?
          	An empty chair? A submarine?
          	
          	Take your time. Take it easy. 
          	The horizon will not stop abstracting us. #PocketPoem

Yamoddles

Let us begin with a simple line,
          Drawn as a child would draw it, 
          To indicate the horizon,
          
          More real than the real horizon,
          Which is less than line,
          Which is visible abstraction, a ratio.
          
          The line ravishes the page with implications
          Of white earth, white sky!
          
          The horizon moves as we move, 
          Making us feel central.
          But the horizon is an empty shell—
          
          Strange radius whose center is peripheral.
          As the horizon draws us on, withdrawing, 
          The line draws us in, 
          
          Requiring further lines, 
          Engendering curves, verticals, diagonals,
          Urging shades, shapes, figures…
          
          What should we place, in all good faith,
          On the horizon? A stone?
          An empty chair? A submarine?
          
          Take your time. Take it easy. 
          The horizon will not stop abstracting us. #PocketPoem

Goog_book

 Thank you for voting on my story "Secrets Do Not Last Forever (Percy Jackson)" 
          It really means a lot!

Yamoddles

@Goog_book No problem, great story btw
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Yamoddles

@Tratie-5ever  yeah, oh and about staying single Idea you had could do Rachel, oh and she throws the hairbrush t the guy that's hitting on her. I'm already laughing.
            Imma shut up now
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