Equinity

Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing Here in Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost ground Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope and solecism canter Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposed isms Unsaddled from the weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter When I look at the feast of mares and fillies following instinct and pure inclination My path finds their spoor on track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure 29th March 2020