I have arisen on the Eastern Horizon,
awaiting in suspense, the feeling of a
profound experience soon to come
My introspection balances precariously
on memory, overlooking a deep chasm
I relish in the pleasure that fills the void
this day
I now face, and settle on the Western
Horizon, aglow in shadowy gold, the
darkness falls like a shroud
This is my last scene
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