Friday, September 9, 2011

A Document Of Days To Come / new poems 2011

Equus Ferus Caballus

At odds with this terrain rolling out before me, behind me
As I whip the horse I ride beyond the setting sun
Into the black-kissed, blue-bruised night
In search of a pure healing peace
Where I can release at last
This beast of burdens,
Set free my mind
To run wild
this life.

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