Solomon’s Seal


and comes along one

who encourages without


just a guidepost or

a lighthouse

reminding me the path

is of my own creation.

a knight horse rider wild

sees me idling

speaks up, lifts up

the latch

the fate swings open and

we fly a little

big moon

his flowers blooming


and then she rides

her own pace, with clarity

all blessings

forward toward the sun



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