the unbound horizon

Here I am the opposite of
That is undamaged by any
Blissful longing for the
Endless the horizon of the egg
That creaks under the weight
Of the downturn people
The soul moves through a shadow
Cabinet of things we only know
Now and were denied first

The rarefied air cleaves
Terahertz with search lights pierce
Drones high skulls
Thinkers in other times a
Morality politely passing
Denies the dream and desire
To unbound and free association
With any obligation whatsoever as
We meet at the end