Yes. I see the mustang regarding the apocalypse The Four Horsewomen. You breed us into a wild scent collectively.
Revelation 14:20
feral vision
mane on the eve of destruction
slaughter of the wild mustangs halted
what is a mustang if not an equalizer to
all that is chained?
colorado's desert
mines the wild mustang
from the rocks that have
known free—
for the taking
when the equine shadows stare
back at timeless reflections in
the water drinking away the afternoon
under the shapeshifting clouds it is you
who wraps your legs around polygamy's flanks
you breed us into a wild scent collectively
the hairs taken
for dna samples centuries ago
if the key fits wear it is it the lock
on the tack box that unlocks the secret?
hoof pick
curry comb
revelation 14:20 king james
and the winepress was trodden
without the city and blood came
out of the winepress even unto the
horse bridles by the space of a thousand
and six hundred furlongs
You have effectively picked up on Vickie's musings and has a whole new light on them by referring to biblical prophecies in the making.
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I love wild mustangs, survivors from those noble horses come over from Spain in the late 1500s. They can survive anything except man. It is only woman that can understand their life-giving power between their legs.
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