Helios, help a little harder to warm these horses we
wafted into the sea in your honor, let their legs be
likened unto the stems of the sun!
when frost is
'pon their mane they wander between trees then
versifiers the cold horses had breathed versifiers into trees
versifiers their matted hair once fresh-born springing grass
hieroglyphically inhibited homunculi their counterfeit skulls
they scurriers from the day, superb of themselves
some very sugary, sure specimens that prize surfaces who're
the hinges of the earth, a handbreadth of thunder and
fall they, cleaved, scattering: birds overflowing these
sun-paven soldiers, dust-jeweled in seconds these versifiers
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