Horizons

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At the point where one day
meets the other
I come back still intent
to find myself

In this morning of impatience
and anguished haste
I make myself minimal
and limitless

Flying at the height
of an eagle
I whiten and become
a tender evening

I move
at a thousand miles an hour
and leave
as far as

the horizon of the earth
at night.