Lost in the valley without my horses
Hands like leaves and a broken poison head
I watch as neuron nebulae erupt,
And tread the sodden earth with feet of lead.
Unmoved by stars, I stare at empty space
And count my frozen fingers one by one,
As though the life were in the reckoning
As if I feared my fragile mind unspun.
Sunday 30 November 2008
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