Tower among us.
Shedding yellow flaky light,
and repeating themselves all along.
The mule.
The stark, with thin white beards,
that juggle their pumice words,
across their sprinkled chins.
A white horse, a black horse.
The bent, archetypal like shylock,
are arrows on a dartboard,
a misplaced straightness.
The crippled horse.
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