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Running Wild and Free - in celebration of the New Year - Year of the Horse

© Shers Gallagher 2014

Running wild in an era held by airtime bandits,I have ridden the pulse of the worldand returned to face my native soil,a land made richer than the rest.Peeling off skin in real time leaves scars,and I have stored up travelling lines between my brows,those silent creases of my journeyingthat no cream can soften.
Stars and stripes are hammered into layers of homespun illusionhanging upon the rack of my world.
I have run with horses that have left me rootless,but no more.As I now withstand the killer weeds and poisoned vines that choke up truth,which I can spit out like acid rainthat drops heavy from the sky.I've only to wash my faceand let go of all the pretty picturesthat have deluded me, resembling no more than the slow vehicles that move against a hot summer’s day,steaming engines of platitudes I no longer miss.
My father has died and I have raised another,and a new child is born to supplant lost souls.It seems we cancel each other out in all our scheming an…