parachuted

into the present

straight away I

 

check out the

talent

(yeah, they said,

 

don’t imagine you’ll

be in a super mall

when you resolve

 

naked in front

of surprised

shoppers)

 

so the dark horse says,

well, hello horse,

(aargh, I think, I

 

thought I would

at least

be human

 

but there’s this

black horse sidling

up to me, nuzzling…)

 

hello gorgeous

hello stranger

it’s strangely

 

disconcerting

but it’s the work

of a moment to be

 

the hot horse

I truly am

in my present

 

tense (it’s no good

thinking, once

I was a god

 

in the pre existing

age

of gods,

 

it’s better to be

a horse being

penetrated by another horse

 

right now

albeit

but briefly

 

than a genius

empty of flesh

and filled

 

with infinite time

on the in

side

 

and no

outside

to speak of)

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