Seeing nothing except a white horse
running through snow,
its hooves throwing winter
from its softened thundering gallop,
spraying pearls into the heavens
that become rambly, twinkling stars.
It turns toward me, its wild mane
swirling in the wind, its eyes are glowing embers.
But with its dreadful approach comes heated breath,
from its massive hooves, relentless, appalling thuds,
coming closer, ever louder, the ground quaking,
the stars flaming into creation, igniting fires in our hearts,
fearing life and death and the beginning and end of time,
devolving into unbridled dissonance and chaos,
coming face to face with a distorted, awful presence
until everything crashes into silence.
From: Stumbling Through Dreams, Memories
and the Unintelligible
Unpub. MS p. 12
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