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Payam
Golchin
Neigh
His
back
is
being
whipped
by
the
“Rider”
But
why
holding
the
bridle
the
“Rider”
orders
him
to
halt?
The
stallion
is
full
of
energy
and
inflamed
by
the
heat
of
flight,
But
the
order
is
to
halt.
The
repetitive
feeling
of
whips
on
his
back
The
scattered
manes
The
eyes
wide
and
red
The
vein
sturdy
in
neck
The
sound
of
breath
echoing
from
the
well
of
the
chest.
His
Breath
burns
and
leaves
the
wide
mostrials
of
the
stallion.
He
Full
of
energy
Full
of
questions
Full
of
ambiguity,
wonder
and
even
annoyance
still
being
halted.
The
whips
are
scratching
the
muscles
of
his
memory.
Whip
Halt
Whip
On
the
verge
On
the
verge
of
explosion
Not
a
spark
but
lightening
is
hitting
his
body
and
the
Bridle
in
the
hand
of
the
“Rider”
he
Thus
order
to
halt.
The
stallion
Hooves
the
land,
Makes
his
manes
fly.
Anxiety
Anxiety
flows
in
each
and
every
cell
of
the
stallion
neigh
The
stallion
neighed
He
is
the
sound
of
neigh
He
is
the
roar
The
neigh
is a
hidden
cry
that
once
wanted
to
canter
But,
it
put
him
on
fire
It
got
burnt
Burnt
memories
sometimes
go
trot
sometimes
canter
it
becomes
lightening
Becomes
energy
Becomes
life
Becomes
a
neigh
Them
the
Stallion
once
again
arises
from
the
ashes
and
again
becomes
light
and
energy
light
and
energy. |
