Because the inner force that drives on the horse
Of sentiment
(pax to pound)
Neigh-ing and heigh-ing
Fast along the ground, hooves stumbling the rocks,
Whip cracks, the air is so rapid:
When the heart gyres (the
Whole body is up in its paces,
Vital fluids absorbed)
In large eyes that hold you I would like to be stabbed
By stalacites.
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