Stalking horse before me candle? beast? only at the last second Gone. Stalking horse, feathered horse The wind curls your mane-- the banner of my cowardice. At the last instant I am beyond you. I have always had a stride your rage lacked You are my jungles. I outwit your quicksands. The worlds you choose you choose for your uselessness in them-- We were brothers. You open doors and are not always welcome. I am not always ready to be there... while you burn in the expectation of my rushing in. I wonder if you have led me to This? You turn, in a disappearing light and smile, saying: "Fear is not wonder but its coachman, One can only ride!"
Reason for writing:
divided self... our courage versus our fear...
something like that...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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