Flabbergasted

This is the reins of which tighten on the back of four horses. We break balances by taking what we know to be our salvation. Bleeding, seething pools in the bowls of our minds. Love lost in a sea of frightened children, a take of bravery! So sour I cannot touch it. So bright I cannot see. But the blindman hears no voice to death...The cows creep on bottom of barrels, gripped without hope. The holes in the hearts of men, fill with bowls of sprinkling water. A cat yowls and a wise man screams at the moon with angst on his tongue. A bitter salvation among horses and men who feed on youth, and spray their ugly on sheets of white. Soiled, a serpent lays coiled around a mound of flesh where dolls are at play. Lilies float in clouds of green, and a life is recreated at my fingertips once more! Oh chant a song of seering sights and we will rest in ourselves. Feeling pain, no more. Locked behind walls, a flight of geese play chess in the rain. The ending breaks the morning's smell, and shadows blacken out the cityscape. Now is nothing. now is never. Faded off to never return.