Hobbyhorse Dreams

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A prosetry exploration into why every day bids we abandon dreams and face reality—but whose reality?

hobbyhorse dreams by odin roark rocking just a few minutes more almost there remember our primitive forest kitchen chairs chrome trunks yellow and green tree tops nesting places for the vultures always present always ready to prey rocking kitchen cabinet canyons scarred timbered walls smooth worn knobs magic openings caves for hiding once again passing through familiar terrain approaching tiered rise the climb we've never finished Pinto and me up into air just for us rocking so much ground covered why does Nurse Vera always eye me touch my shoulder she knows we're almost there almost ready to climb off old pinto once we're to the top but not today not enough time group time pill time heal time that's what they call it healing time why do they want to heal our dreams Pinto?

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