autumn horses
Those who went down
In a flash turned to statue
If a light pierce through the cloud, may find
Rain falls down, on black hazy faces…frozen
Comes sharp whistle, perhaps snake
Or lost in yellow woods
No use to stand down before the roots
Lights left downwards long ago
But still it calls, as the earthworm moves slowly
Butterflies come once a day
One sees the down-going of mass and energy
Why, then so much of light
Why then the flashes?
As the fish caught jumps up and down to reflect the silver blaze
There is waste of sublime verbs and nouns that longs for lithographed.
In a flash turned to statue
If a light pierce through the cloud, may find
Rain falls down, on black hazy faces…frozen
Comes sharp whistle, perhaps snake
Or lost in yellow woods
No use to stand down before the roots
Lights left downwards long ago
But still it calls, as the earthworm moves slowly
Butterflies come once a day
One sees the down-going of mass and energy
Why, then so much of light
Why then the flashes?
As the fish caught jumps up and down to reflect the silver blaze
There is waste of sublime verbs and nouns that longs for lithographed.
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