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Tireless Horses

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the stony bump has me reeling back to reality ... I stare at the path as it disappears behind me ...

as I turn and look forth ... I see myself again; holding the reins to the tireless horses ...

I am driver and passenger both ...

the dark path behind ... echoes the even darker path ahead ...

I sit alone—where I go, I know not, but I vaguely remember whence I came ...

the only sound is the rhythmic trot of hooves ... like the tick of time

pulling me towards an inevitable fate ...

shadows of the past

pass by so fast ...

I throw my hand out in an effort to reach back,

against a shadowy tree I graze my finger,

in an effort to make my thoughts linger

... another stony bump ... I am thrown back to the wooden seat ... forced to look ahead

and endure the everlasting trot ... from the Tireless Horses

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New From: Trapped in time series by M. Davies
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Antony Kamau said…
What do you know, I like this one.
November 14, 2009 at 4:35 AM
Wamuhu Mwaura said…
Truly stirring imagery.
November 15, 2009 at 5:57 PM
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