to come and rescue me
i imagine them tall & swift
coming quick at the shrill sound
of my wooden whistle
some of them are an oak brown
others black as cherries
i hop on the back of a stallion
tan as the sand and just as warm
and there, at the head of the charge,
i feel like i can escape the wind
and run on the floors of oceans
at least that was until i realized
that you had sent them for me,
and that was when all the horses
went wandering off the cliff
and your swarm of vultures came
to clean up the great big mess you made
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