Once, learning to ride,
I clung to my terror.
Suddenly I felt as if
The horse was grafted to my thighs.
Centaur-pulsed, I saw
Rhythm riding.
Swimmers and runners
Dissolve their time and seek
A primal scansion in their veins.
If we unwind, may be
We can deceive the sun
And keep our own seasons,
Thus keeping time
By our own reasons.
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