In a place of wild horses
I shot my seed into the earth
Shuddering and the herd moved
Hooves really thunder
Like I've oft heard told.

Chest heaving against the ground
My wieght on the damp
In the white snow & green grass
My pantomime of love.

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It is with the care of women's hands that my way is made open.

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In the voice of the river there is every music.