UNINTEGRATED YOU
Hello parts of you,
I can see you’re
Standing, wondering and
Pondering the use of limbs
That would caress and
Enclose or
Push away
And urge the many
To the fray
Where horses
Fire manes and
Whips
Lost in canyons
Of misty delusions
Turn in the dark and
Huddle together,
Waiting for a
Rider whose
Mind is set on
A path definitive.
Yet the froth on
The coats of
Tiresome colts
Say something else,
And look
To golden afternoon light,
Stop for a moment,
Breath all steamy and rising,
Before gambolling away
Into the early night,
Spirits unbridled and
Tempers alight.
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