The Five Horsemen arrive
every morning at sunrise...
Who
What
When
Where
How...
Will this day go, start, middle, end, schedule.
The currency of the day already becoming
Precious barter
To be spent.
These fucking horsemen. They steal from me.
I have lived the days of my life,
searching for what they demand.
Where each day was a deposit or
productive withdrawal of funds.
Some days I simply ignore them,
because the pounding of their hooves
Is no longer so demanding.
They don't run through my yard like they
used to.
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