--Homero Aridjis (trans. George McWhirter)(After Kafka)If you could be a horseman ridingbareback through the winds and rainson a transparent horseconstantly buffetedby the velocity of your mountif you could ride harduntil your clothes were cast off far behind youbecause there is no need of clothesuntil reins were done withbecause there is no need of reinsuntil your shadow was cast far behind youbecause there's no need of a shadowand then you might see countryside not as countrysidebut a fistful of airif only you could cast the horse far behind youand ride on, on yourself
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