#smallpoems Torchlight saddles strike flint sauntering skyward golden ore, veins of light on painted…
#smallpoems Torchlight saddles strike flint sauntering skyward golden ore, veins of light on painted shores keeping time at cliff's edge Weightless girth Clinched to unfettered minds Brow bent over pommel as parallel pasts stride in shards of aspects glaring down on cognizance of spinning consciousness in a dominance of stirrups boot worn by the search. A Ne…
Greg McVerry