I am riding the spooked horse

through a world of shadows –


In my visions,

there is nothing but ghosts

of all things.


There is another world

behind the one we live in.

Everything I see here,

is a shadow

from that world.


When I am riding,

things I see before me


There is no more grass

or trees, skies or rocks.


When I am standing still,

I am traveling

on a horse made of bellows.


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