Run against horses.

Your own mind

Is the time bomb

That releases you

From His peace.

It’s not Him

But your own

Hands that have you

Running against 

People, not horses,

Stuck to the dirt

And grit and galloping

Like a lost lunatic

In a world that’s

Wrecked your name.

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