The Wind

Panta rei

The dark horses gallop over the snow like the wind
Pulling it into strange towers and faces,
Half-formed in the mind,
Half-formed in the perception of the wind.

The wind is leering:
It is like a towering monster;
The wind is dragging its snowy reins
Through the lawns of summer like time
And the passage of time.

Can you crawl through the wind and enter into your own thoughts?
Will you enter into the world of your own thoughts?
Your thoughts are not in the world,
They are in the wind.
The world is in the wind.