to be in one place

drink yellow light as it streams

through curtains onto rumpled sheets

instead of stunned, assailed and carried off

by a galloping beast—no, a herd—whipped into being

and startled into panic by none other than?—


if you could only saddle consciousness

and storm the open desert with a war cry, pleading for silence.


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