LOVE THY MEGAN

early morning mist..

There are horses playing under telephone towers, through deep grass by the highway there is dew on their backs.

tossing heads and tails into headlights and the once risen the sun becomes a mirror.

There are horses playing under telephone towers and now life insurance is sold on tv.

and nothing is odd until you think of it furious and fast.

and nothing is real until you open yr eyes.

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the then the now