Riding

Light spangles tussle with spirits of wind you’re it says she waiting for something wind applauds arched canyons of opulence pathways replete with resistance, up down, down up, right left, left right used to be a constant until a thot surfacing...shattering format always an inside job, stillness speaks underground lakes, who are you? Riders of light, riders of wind never knew, would like to know curiosity, my companion said she’d like to take me there