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Horse of long body, longer than God’s long syllables,

Horse of long body, longer than God’s long syllables
on gold mornings when your room was blue in a green
return of leaves — you gave your own name to leaving,
to a release of stars and wet vegetation that gained the
shape of gray lightning. Horse who recalled a deer in its
lean measure of flight and fire in all its red emblems, are
you only a name now, calling all the old names home? Now,
beyond this noise, your luminous voice is a stone in a cave,
a river of wool when you walk in bright skin of inconsistent
sugar. Horse, your light is me, the sea change of your
secret trees.

  • from an EPIC discussion group prompt — lines from Eunice Odio’s The Fire’s Journey

3 thoughts on “Horse of long body, longer than God’s long syllables,

  1. I adore this

    1. Oh, thank you, Kirsten. I don’t know about it yet. Have to let it sit a bit. But if you liked it … there’s hope! <3

  2. yee-fucking-haw! so much green among us today. must be spring!

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