Wild Horses Took My Pen Away

the poet's pen shades my eyes stabs deep rivers into morning sun molten rivers of light pouring down my back Mercurian mind is tricked by hands that draw the bow the arrow poisoned and dipped in time flying towards an earthen bowl everything is turned inward and no one sees the comedy inherent in its tragedy eggshells crack spider spit dimensions stick like glue my snow white hair hurling in space the clock strikes nine twenty-two and soon is gone another door opens another day ends