X to the Flat Horizontal

Ode to the Flat, horizontal line
No tree to molest
Visions, evocation, memories
Attest to and infest
The mind

Ode to the one eighty degree expanse,
Eternity, joy of solitude
Of purple and green visions entrance
Yet silent, without hill or bump
Desolation reigns

Cacophony of eternal silence
Expanding epoch
Before the visture
Of the lone, protruding worm
The Universe, the cosmos

Undrained marsh
And foetid summer air
Perfected, beauty of decay
Dragonflies slumber
In ancient miles of absence

Shimmering city
Despair lost and found
True culture lies not in the urban
Through fields of boundless horizon
Pray God let me drown