of all the pretty horses

it’s impossible to be inspired by beige
(or so I tell myself)
the words don’t flow
Wildness is the ally in poetry
the depths of something, touched
the animal inside is aroused
and scraping at the ground by instinct

it’s not a revolution that’s needed
rather, a truth
a pure element
the promise of being understood
it’s impossible to be inspired by beige
(or so I tell myself)
the words stuck like velcro to the page
don’t flow

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