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.

(c) 2018 Chris Thompson

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Cannock, England.