The Horses
Yesterday the clouds parted and the empyrean vault clanged open for a prophecy to charge blazing through and—crash— back went the door. Round the boundaries of bodied brevity, round the backs of my eyes, fiery horses coursed, nostrils flaring, incandescent tails trailing sparks. The now beneath right now was blazing forth and smoke like incense wreathed into the clouds. The horses ran around, around, around, leavening the conflagration until it owned them, rising into myth more true than what is seen.
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“rising into myth more true than what is seen.” What a great last line. Love this one.
Round
the boundaries of bodied brevity,
round the backs of my eyes,
fiery horses coursed, nostrils flaring,
incandescent tails trailing sparks.
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Glorious, Mark 🔥