Mad Steed

Mad Steed ~

My blood is furiously racing,

tingling with red wires,

raving horses mad and driving pillars,

crashing me through buildings-

squeezing me through a crazed path,

horribly squeezed on a trek,

upon a wide drift-

I am flying over the hills in a mad race,

and cannot seem to find my pace,

my desire is hanging in the eaves,

upon some shallow world unseen . . .

I am riding, I am breaking, 

away on the back of a mad horse,

that cannot stop for patience-

it is a furious steed that-
takes my heart's silence,

so I no longer recognize its beat-

Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.