A Night's Ride
by Gail Ylitalo
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The rider rode with outstretched hands,
on wingless flight of complacency,
shadows of fear following through
unlighted halls of decency,
faceless figure touched by all.
The rider rode through dreams of meaningful thoughtfulness,
searching minds for reality,
hooded eyes never revealed,
guided by fluttering curtains,
passed on as normal feasibility,
moonstruck by the essence of morality.
The rider rode trying to best his time
touching on minor idiosyncrasies,
idolized by the wimperings of nightmares,
illegitimacy of human nature simmers
to its simplicity.
The rider rode to find the simian
shrunken in daylight, needing the seeds
simple-witted ideals to ferment,
featureless to perfection evoked by
The rider rode through dreams of the
agreeable to our fancies--all know him
left on feather pillows, palpitations
and sweat his calling card,
received on the return of our awakening,
given into the scenario of the mind's