In the race towards yesterday
I was neck and neck with myself
in the field that was too narrow for the dreamers
who yearned for the elixir of life
at least as consolation
to the great answer
The multitudes of hurdles scored a thousand fold
bruised and unsaddled
hurdled by one legged horsemen
gritting the bits molded for their tethered lamb
And the blind are still leading
Mankind controls destiny
where rainbows are painted by numbers
in circles that end
And trees that bow before the extent of ego
and primary states
like happiness and hate, pound
beyond a trillion hooves
and ricochet
Like they're by-products of a scientific age
Seeped in confusion
The instinctive assurity of tribalism
the bequest of our beginnings faded
we stride with bison's faith
towards our faceless end
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