The wild horses hoovestormed the heart
swept acrossthrough relentlessly
clangingiron on the hollowhull
echofilling the shell with life
and futurethrills
the cavalcade over the wildhorses
slept in the newlymade loveswire
silentawe swelling the inmostcentre
whinnyready for the next pulserace
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