My
steeds breathing fire unbridled
Did
cause many a commotion
Until
my desires were slowly killed
To
blinker and ride them in slow motion.
So
to my chariot constructed with thoughts of desire
I
did yoke my steeds from my stable.
I
then did learn to control the horses breathing fire
And
ride them until I was able
To
witness the wonders within me, Sire.
I
learnt the mechanics of my chariot of thought
With
reeling thoughts like wings on fire
Did
make my life better as my horses did trot
And
send away all my desire.
I
learnt the natures of my steeds
Which
one to pull to turn which way
I
understood their needs
And
how they united to carry me away
The
steed yoked to my right
Was
always hot and bright
It
made me victorious in every fight
As
he carried me at the speed of light.
The
steed thus yoked to my left
Was
always cool for to me it femininely cleft
and
helped me create the warp and weft
of
this poem of meaning bereft.
My
steeds breathing fire now bridled
Did
attract another steed so magnificent
The
third when yoked and bridled
Made
me experience bliss so omniscient
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