This horse has only one master

This master has only one horse

They brush the skin off of each other

and eat its pores into the undulating Nature -

closing the eyes, everything a Gaussian distribution -

they never ride away with

or eat it off -

an entirely different story:

as they inhabit dreams

as they ride the waves of fortune or misfortune,

not knowing to tell one apart from the other

as they suffer the sheer cry-touch of horror,

absence of the loved one brings about,

coiled, forgetful of the nimbus of light at the end of those days.

This master only rides this horse.

This horse.

Photo credits: personal archive

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