I am riding the spooked horse
through a world of shadows –
In my visions,
there is nothing but ghosts
of all things.
There is another world
behind the one we live in.
Everything I see here,
is a shadow
from that world.
When I am riding,
things I see before me
disappear.
There is no more grass
or trees, skies or rocks.
When I am standing still,
I am traveling
on a horse made of bellows.
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