What is this
trotting
faster than my thoughts
on this island of yore
legging my past
into the pasture so green
Lifting a space or two
Unveiling -
I spake
allowing myself a little quiver
with my inner truth
What is this, that
Gallop with tons of silence
And
Vanishes into oblivion
Nascent
of another beginning
Metamorphic
to my bending look
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