A Ballet of Horses
Merry around the carousel
Of realms around the
circle
Whirling visions in whimsy recall
Of labyrinths lost
in hell;
Spectre horses prancing in place
And floating out to
infinite space
While consciousness rides the progressions
And sanguine demons jump
into blind projections
Forming eternal ellipses
of reason
And yet, the conforms’ ellipsis...
Of treason.
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