Cosmic Ponies

Riding cosmic ponies til the terrain drifts into other dimensioned scapes - atmospheric tumbleweeds delay crossing paths...

I wait for you in my dreams in a place where I no longer wear the skin of who I think I am. I am still an unchanged event and, in the center of my disassociation, I realize I have never been anything other than change. I was never given a choice - life got in the way...

The ponies carefully make their way down the canyon - in and out of sight - and before I am dwarfed by the fruits of a stone canyon garden, I catch site of undulating bodies and cadenced legs rhythmically throbbing free across the plains...