There Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

There



is a raw-boned music
in those harsher sounds...
wind that exalts and chides,
tears at the flesh that clings to those bones,
red and bruised and unwilling to yield...
a tangled mane momentarily blinds the horse
the rider sings a gutteral vengeance,
swears to....to...

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James Mclain 01 August 2010

tell you only the truth...iip

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