Thin Red Line

I stand
in a dome
veined monochrome
against darkening blue.

Puddled sepia mirrors
on a muddy track
by my feet
saturation.

I watch
seconds slide
on rolling hills
shadows creep
from lonely trees.

A thin red line
marks the edge
of a new day
over there,
here stars break
through
time runs still.

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