Clip Clop, clip clop – a tacit existence
blinkers compel a singular view
a kaleidoscope of what, why  and how
now is, was, and eventually be
only disposal paints the tree

body crushed , compelled and contained
circular crescendo minds escape
withdrawn numb primitive state
a self imposed scope?
a transcendental view?

Eschewed fascination
Enticing concentrated unknown
Spiralling sonlight secreting dreams
Sheep stalled, transfixed
Blackness consumes all