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Behold the Stallion by abrecan, literature
Literature
Behold the Stallion
My face remains unfathomed,
My tail a banner long,
My frame was wraught in twighlight,
My soul Poseidon's song;
My stride rolls like the ocean,
My heart beats fierce as fire,
My touch is like a potion,
My stride it is desire;
And would you place,
A tarnished hand,
Upon my sea-spray hide?
Then if you dare,
Then do so now,
Upon my back,
And ride;
My thunder is eternal,
My song is bold and strong,
I'll take you to the edge of earth,
I'll fly the whole night long,
Give up your heart to my deep eyes,
I'll never say a word,
My silence is a golden one,
And only you have heard.
the sea salty sweet with by beestung, literature
Literature
the sea salty sweet with
birdcry (the sea salty sweet with)
I.
the sea was his womb;
the salt the waves the sea
the boy, he counted waves:
three, three-hundred
and said: I'll live to be that--
-- old man drowning & crow-
birds cawing &
let's pretend he is deaf:
and the waves have number but not
the sound of rushing past quickly. the
old man doesn't stop drowning, though
a croak, silent & open-mouthed desperation,
carries him under.
let's pretend he is blind:
and he counts the wishy-wash against
his toes, the sou
