I ride a horse that knows no master
Runs its own course frantically faster
Ask it to stop, it'll kick up its pace
Pull in the reigns, be by its grace
Its graceless whims
Sixfold, unleery limbs
Close my eyes and, lo!
Away into thin air
----------The mare did go
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
