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And in this way I grasp the ropes

that secure the gentle thoroughbred,

an error acted on my part

for it hadn't been running away.

My fear of loss, I fear

had spurned the need for gain.

So to this I ask curiously,

"How does one communicate

with something that isn't blind

or alters itself inconspicuously

as if it were a bad vice?

How does one tame a beast

whose heart had been hurt

yet for all those chains and turns

continues to seek its tamer?"

With this I withdraw my straddling

and I ask not without opportunity.

After all, I have yet to learn the ropes

of fair game and hurtful rules,

this race so futile and so ghastly,

its play of emotions, its charms none the luckier.

Everyone counts on their chance bets,

their shining victory that walks on losses:

A dream knight mare appearing in their faded sleep,

sweeping them off their jaded feet.

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