Today chased after time, as if on rails.
Whilst my thoughts chased after mindsets,
With which to rail against insanity.
But as usual, I was left in two minds.
I was utterly blank, as in being inert,
That is, bereft of reaction, even of contradiction.
Also I was intricate, as in detailed,
That is, bedevilled by the complexity of my own constructs.
No, it was not a good day for doubts.
My counterbalance to all this
Was my Pen and a Horse.
My Pen I used to write this,
And the Horse?
Mere symbolism, to illustrate
My mare of a day.
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