The Tower of Blue Horses Painting by Franz Marc

a mane shake might shift perspective create an illusion of ~ precarious balance as flickers of the same construct momentarily separate into entities of their own it's possible to feel everything at once the elasticity of self never breaking but the held tongue the averted eye ~ strained muscles tighten create perceived shoulder weight tendons feel the threat of un-progressive overload... until everything screams for release to burst free from standing disregarding risk of injury and return to square one the fear of enforced rest this horse needs to be broken ~ give it time ~ meanwhile ~ eyes might give away resentment at the intent to make every part of them fit into a straight-sided fenced enclosure colour and distraction allocated on a permission system built on the preconceived idea of knowing best how other species should spend their lives until they buck with explosive energy that no shade of blue warned you about