Enigma
If the world were flat,
That would be that...
But, the world is round,
Therefore, the end of it all
Can never be found.
Thus meant to be,
With always more to see...
The view, over the horizon,
Contains much more
Than the lingering imagination.
Go around the earth following a line,
Even unto the end of time...
Go just to see, where you are,
And you will come to, from where you came
Drawn so near, by going so far.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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