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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 world and 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 journeying that no cream can soften.
Stars and stripes are hammered into layers of homespun illusion hanging 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 rain that drops heavy from the sky. I've only to wash my face and let go of all the pretty pictures that 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…