Truth's Pale Horse
 
No truthful fable is spoken
without travel down meandering lanes.
 
I have ridden truth's pale horse
into your house, bridled her
to your fireplace,
not for you to ignore her.
 
Your death will not be mine.
I do not seek jupiter or saturn.
I seek a way to bear loneliness,
to bring it to form,
to make from the heart.
 
You will not shake me from her back.
Ever.
 
Do not mistake me
for your other men.
 
I am the rider
of
Truth's pale horse.
 

2007