The bright horn, white horn, light
Horn? Conjunction of a thought in
White, bright[,] light? Slash
The comma in the box, sprouting
Downward, spiking the dilemma:
Golden girls hold reins, manes
Wild at their fingers,
This glow lingers…
Ghost-hat never capped reached them:
Trickster caped in a night moon by stars
Where the false essential lies, murmuring
Empty spells of thought…
"Come to me, marks: pentagram and all geometry
Of ink, of the night jet crossing my own
Path holding them back from us, between
The grand nation for all that appears, portal,
The bridge crossed, locked. I too am a rider,
We reach them on winged white HORSE
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