The Horse-Whisperer, Who Was a Human

appears in the world Horse-Whisperer, Who Was a Man,
on his back, the Strange Naked Sky straddles

foaming clouds flow down his rump,
initiating a dialogue

the Strange Naked Sky releases a warm red rain from its forests,
Horse-Whisperer claims that we pass wingless bodies from mouth to mouth

he would like to talk to Someone about the Cosmos,
where Everything has a place

the Someone
should perceive at least the sun and the earth,
and the morning mists,
thanks to which the Inner Sea becomes transparent

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in Social Gutters, at the news of Horse-Whisperer,
layers of ancient emotions are unveiled

Initiative Correspondents report mass returns to the bosom
reportedly salty with sweat apparently,
reportedly the sun treats it as a roast on the heated surface of Wednesday

many erections were noted among the workers of the Great Knife
the skin on their patrochas began to radiate with a hum,
simply put, the whole globe listens

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Horse-Whisperer senses that the bed in which the Strange Naked Sky sleeps
experiences shivers and even sweats in its sleep

and when the Strange Naked Sky appears during the day,
it is visible that its slippers are small and dusty,
but on the buckles, a double sun glistens

it is precisely the sun and droplets of sweat on Horse-Whisperer's skin,
who, in the meantime, has grown intensely with mountain ranges,
that led him to think the dream could have been shared,
that the sweat of both of them had mingled

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Horse-Whisperer implies that if there are Dreamers nearby,
they should immediately turn Orange and Good!

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with contemplation, Horse-Whisperer observes the Flow of the Table

the wooden layers of the surface rub against each other, and the gaze falls

moments of growth and maturation of the tree
Horse-Whisperer sees through the shimmering grid of the seasons

and then the axe, saw, lever, chisels
and again, long moments over years
moving plates, bread slices, and elbows across the table

with his chin resting on his hand, Horse-Whisperer carefully returns
to the cup of tea, steaming on the table
which has paused once more

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today, Horse-Whisperer settles for a piece of advice:

give the cat a cotangent
and let it pretend to be a geometry teacher

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Horse-Whisperer encountered a seriously important personage:
The Chronicle of the Drool-Laden Crib

since the Strange Naked Sky occupied his dreams at night,
he left a significant part of his ears on divine shores,
so he couldn't listen carefully!

speaking seriously again: he listened only through the Supervisor,
whom he placed within the reach of the drool flow,
he himself was entirely elsewhere

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from the maw of the gigantic jungle, which in the meantime crept from memory,
golden-carrying air bees emerge

they will pollinate Horse-Whisperer

everything grows for this purpose from end to end with organic preludes,
the wheat of the sun rustles at every pore of the skin,
Horse-Whisperer dares not complain

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today he explains how it is with Good and Evil among the Wanderers

a Wanderer is, namely, prone to despair,
as an egoist, entrenched in aggression in shades of gray,
he knows almost nothing about selfless relationships,
and perceives life through his own socks

Evil is, namely, gray, while Good is Orange

these are fundamentally different colors, and if an Orange Wanderer
wears gray socks, it doesn't mean that he is a little bit evil,
simply put: he wears socks

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what to do to turn a meadow into enormous organs?

to achieve this, it's best to become the peak of the Tatra Mountains,
let wild flames surround you, until
everything charges electrically and begins to crackle with sparks

then you need to lay Everything between the Grasses and Herbs
and let it play

If you're not a selfless soul during this - claims Horse-Whisperer -
it's better not to start at all!

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today, Horse-Whisperer as a carpenter
helps Someone there in making shelves

oh! - Someone there is surprised -
who has ever seen diamonds shavings coming out of ordinary pine wood?

indeed: these are Small Beauties from the Family of a Star's Hearth

but what about that Someone there? - Horse-Whisperer doesn't understand -
why is he surprised by the Other?

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His tongue operates with equal tenderness on all palates

He claims that the galaxy clumsily carries his bod,y
that interstellar matter is stirred by love sighs,
that the layers of the globe snarl mockingly with ancient deaths,
that Wanderers are jealous of his restlessness

and all this at the time when Radio Katowice
greets the workers of the first shift

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for an experiment, Horse-Whisperer tried being Lout

with surprise, he felt hoof-like insensitivities in his hooves,
his head draped itself in hedgehog spines,
existence straddled a dichotomy,
with no chance of finding the right number of half-boots

meanwhile, Mr. Ex already offers the most suitable ones,
namely those you can always jump out of!

isn't that wonderful for a Newspaper Soloist?

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The Great Red Madman appears with a giant bulb in his balls
to illuminate the Action

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when Horse-Whisperer feels nauseous - he takes advantage of language

for this purpose, he gently unfolds himself in two momentary incarnations:
the Horse, bouncing off suns with its hooves, gallops towards the Swan Galaxy,
while the Whisperer, on the contrary:
stands and bulges out its Single Eye

now a crowd of joys dances amid the starry foam

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years ago, the Strange Naked Sky was an idealist day and night,
questioned by crystalline air and fires

the sun struck hurrah-patriotic marches on the drum of her nature

but today, in the era of relaxation among rabbits and mint,
the Strange Naked Sky recognizes only "Screw it! Screw it!"
and it's hard to blame it!

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to all the Dreamers who embrace Goodness and Orange,
Horse-Whisperer promises
that he will never turn them into Quotes from Flesh

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Horse-Whisperer loves to ponder problems with myriads of limbs,

he always does so when it comes to defending Independent Values

however, the Wandering Soul cannot stand it,
for reasons related to the occipital!

and he doesn't even suspect that Horse-Whisperer creates problems
from love, color, and sound

then, at the foundation of Being, a pulsating light appears,
and anything can be transformed into Everything

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those Two, in the meantime, are building their Mutual Home,
it's meant to be a radiant gem, full of forests and carefree breaths,
which no hurricane of history can resist

it's meant to be a gem that can be lowered to any depth!
will they succeed? oh, will they succeed?

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when Lout wants to genuinely laugh, he usually misses his lips,
while thinking that someone
wants to forcefully pump him into a giraffe

on the other hand, the only Lout who went through hell
and is called Red-no-more-Lout
has a comfortable resting place in the cloud of laughter and light

you can always drop by and forget yourself for two or three days
in the caves before the world

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ah! ah! in the midst of the night, the Bright-haired Crystal shone

among all the nights concentrated in this one with slightly tense muscles,
Horse-Whisperer tries on the laughter of the glow for his future life

focused, a little moved, there's no need to disturb him in this

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Horse-Whisperer recalls that he was threatened with infection by sodomy

apparently, the Mare had skin that was almost entirely opaque

but his eyelids embraced him in the cradle's parentheses,
before he woke up
the opportunity had passed

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He breathes deeply with his six-fingered Crest

a radiant and vigilant time has come to him,
attuned to the slightest morning movements

He agrees,
He even desires for It to happen

and here, between the clouds, emerges into the here and now,
a milk bottle, nipple with widely spread wings

it looks as if the atmosphere has been outgrown by violins,
Horse-Whisperer
feels golden insights starting to glow in his groin

Is he supposed to suck prophecies?

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He also encounters the Incomprehensible, to whom one must empathize

sparks circulate in their blood,
their dreams wear ulcerated nightgowns,
In their neural networks lurks the Spider of Injury,
ready to spit on a wandering star,
surround it with a slippery cocoon
and transform it into a Confidante of the Dead, whose veil multiplies, frightening

the light-years of Horse-Whisperer's homeland
are not afraid to understand the Incomprehensible,
they can even help - at the first opportunity!
but, unfortunately, they cannot help but empathize!

and empathy gouges out Horse-Whisperer's entire third eye,
seeing the true essence of being

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Horse-Whisperer today whispered his magic in the stable:

sleep, foal, dream: a huge horse has a rose instead of a head,
dream of that airy horse, who comes from afar
to touch your nostrils with delicate snorts of scent,
and transform them into human ones

then he left and didn't walk on the globe at all until Friday

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Horse-Whisperer often encounters the Grays on this globe

they are characterized by deaf ears,
existing for themselves,
and often cursing the rules of the game

He, on the other hand, existing mainly for others, is from a different world
and only the rules of Horse-Whisperer apply to him

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in the pleasures of the Strange Naked Sky, numerous fires roam,

moving like forget-me-nots in flight from warm lands,
resting on the warm, smoldering moss of the future

the Everything is stuffed with the flesh of the meadow,
walking in red boots through landscapes and cities

the Strange Naked Sky likes to collapse onto Everything,
mixing its unrest with its eternal blue

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- I rise at your sight, as if I were raising a hymn -
this is how Those Two greet each other

from the windows of their home there is a view of the cosmos,
through the full spectrum of colors
peace shines through in every direction

everyone can take advantage of their niche of light,
they give it away completely for free

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what does the Horse-Whisperer do when a Tea Widow is placed in front of him?

the Horse-Whisperer is drinking!

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the average Red Walker breakfast
consists of freshly chopped rainbow flakes,
followed by jam from an entire field of heather

he then drinks a jungle of light full of white rhinos,
and allows himself to be caressed
by the Bedbugs of Capitalism until the first rays

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Miss Chick has fitted the Hole of Existence between her smooth backs

the udder is to be powered from the municipal transformer,
a day there are several tons of caresses and a lot of desire

the mixture requires vigorous blowing, because its flame is wet

there is talk of blowers licensed from India

Horse-Whisperer is moved and gives Miss Chick a shock with a cuckoo clock

He bought it for half free, because the cuckoo
would lay eggs in the lady's bed

from one of the eggs hatched a Negroidal Trunk,
he was thrown out, but – alas, Horse-Whisperer! –
he appeared in Miss Chick's dream today!

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the consciousness of the Wanderers is ridden daily by cultural snails,
their sticky reins and TV marshmallows
dictate the Wanderers the grooves in the plane
of proper alignment

they go through more than one and half incarnation in this pursuit

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today, Horse-Whisperer is full of bushes, mushroom pickers, and kissing couples

at the same time, he is in full contact with Something
that Has Not Been Done By Anyone

there is not a speck of an observer in him,
he has embodied peace completely,
and if he pours water here,
it's only in case of a forest fire

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Goodness - explains, shimmering with its Crest -
manifests itself as the natural orangification of the soul
and the statement that Goodness exists

then the soul establishes a direct connection with the sun
and has an inexhaustible source of energy

which is given,
and not made foolishly

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Lout has over sixteen hundred possibilities in life
and all of them are full of doorframes and vodka
that's why he has a Lodger of Sadness in the corner

his skin sweats from the inside when he thinks about death
not in fear of the unknown! - but in fear of losing
what he has greedily gathered in life

thoughts don't look where they fly - so he was made
from whatever was at hand, from the leftovers of culture

that's why Lout's Sky has artificial dentures
and it can't even begin to bite into the problem of existence

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Horse-Whisperer lazily slides his hooves across the glass harmonica of the vertebrae,
deeply touched, they glow and bloom sonorously

the bird Dudi weaves nests of feathery emotions,
here in each one slumbers an enchanted sphere crystalline
with a snow-capped hotel and a heart,
that falters on the edge of mountains,
when a bird Dudi tickles the horizon with a feather,
and summons from it a galloping existence,
with pale blood originating in a mystery under these conditions

In these conditions, any thing transforms into a Self-existent Being
and The End is in the midst of grace

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the Strange Naked Sky persuades Horse-Whisperer to the Poles of Condensed Heat!
the Alps straighten up and tremble with excitement in the music

in half a step
Horse-Whisperer notices the normal world and picks up
the newspaper from under the doormat

he barely managed to open it when into his eyes
thousands of tons of barbed wire, mines, bombs, and napalm pour down

this daily portion of the globe infuriates Horse-Whisperer,
screw this kind of game!
it's really better to Just Screw! Screw!

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yes! today, Horse-Whisperer is yellow, has blue hair
and bee-filled hives in curls made of agricultural surroundings

He's still waiting for Someone,
waiting for Something,
for someone the color of honey,
for something related to All

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or - he wants to flirt with the Strange Naked Sky

he persuades her that blowing at a windmill is a cool, well-paying activity

she concentrates into one big shiver,
a pig ignites at her front and heats up as it runs,
transforming into the mouth of an Ordinary Day,
which aggressively claims that quirks stink

Horse-Whisperer would have his two cents to add here,
but he doesn't engage in discourse, because he just is

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Horse-Whisperer only works to keep memories alive

they feed mainly on the aforementioned culture,
which will be discussed again,
mature friendships, mistakes and Everything

it makes memories grow fat fast

when I melt them - Horse-Whisperer drowns in tears,
monstrous screws start flying in his head,
he screams that he will never forgive me

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from the rule of logical implication, it follows strictly
that Everything can also be Horse-Whisperer

and who said it had to be easy

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what Horse-Whisperer perceives?

when the rosy-fingered dawn faded,
an apple rose in the east

against the backdrop of the Cosmos through the sooty glass,
its juiciness and Oh! could be clearly seen

is this a temptation? could it be, that He
wants to lure Someone Else from its Own to the globe?

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ah! drags the wolf into the forest of flesh!
Horse-Whisperer recounts
his participation in the May 1st parade

when he felt naked on the left

his knees moved to the vicinity of the knees of the Republic,
right in front of the grandstands
they began to expand, to become transparent and to desire

as Something with a distinct color and scent, they made her knees tremble
and brought forth the Poles of Condensed Glow

her knees gathered in moisture and warmth
and in the shadow of saluting hands
a sudden cry arose: to Thrust! to Thrust!

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it turned out that He was straddling
the very end of the burning time

so that's where the current flowed to the gramophone and a few galaxies!

from beneath the playback needle, the grayness slips away in a panic,
just to get further away from life!

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striving Wanderer is a pathetic phenomenon

you can plug a situation into the orange hole in his lapel,
but when it comes down to it -
such a Wanderer betrays many colors to the grayness

drool is the main belt here - Horse-Whisperer states,
and then retreats above a mountain stream,
where nothing strives
and everything is

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Horse-Whisperer loves to experience things deeply

His Inner Sea often storms and crests,
yesterday a fishing boat did not return to base

when the gunwales were covered with foam and caught fish
flowed back into the waters and fishermen into death -
even the village of skylarks has become cloudy!

the Little Tribes constantly find fault with this and that,
but it will amount to nothing, as Horse-Whisperer
is not connected to the universal law of gravity!

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what about the Moment of Respite in Now?

it just took a few beautiful Suns
and entertains them with Cherry Blossom Gardens

you can watch, but don't scare them away!

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time seemed to stop?
Horse-Whisperer complains that the minute hand
got caught on the Edge of Patience

it seems to be somewhere around the Love Rift,
one cannot proceed to order or reach the clock,

as nearby, herds of Fiery Stallions of Orgasm are raging,
we'll move on when they fall asleep at the spring

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Horse-Whisperer swears that the rainbow,
this arc in the sky,
leaning its left end on a ship on the river
and extending the right through two church towers into the sky -
is the nose of a Rabbit, who's sniffing our globe like this,
and thus intrudes, including the tuft, into our Split

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Dreamers, wanting to change the globe present through them,
start by revealing evil

naturally, the gray curtain shimmers with rainbow colors,
entangling their veins and nerves in its matter

the product secreted then is a drool of tradition and culture,
in which they slide until death without knowing Love

for Her - says Horse-Whisperer -
it is necessary to reveal the Light,
from which colors and all the rest come

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one can catch Horse-Whisperer sketching our faces

one day he'll vanish, leaving behind only a pile of notes

is this to be our only trace?
after all, we don't belong to Small Tribes!
after all, we enjoy respect, and - so how?

just like that! - says the madman - you‘ll be lying on your back!

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fairy tale is of a delicate nature

when Horse-Whisperer wants to know what's up in politics,
he applies two Louts to his ears

He loves, among other things, comfort and stereo!

He learns, that one must be well-versed in Quotes from Flesh

Quotes have a nice cut, but their batons and barrels
are remotely controlled by machinery of commands

Horse-Whisperer doesn't like the subject anyway,
tells me offhandedly,
that past worlds are checkered bottoms
and it's better to abandon the fairy tale

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Boor's words peel away from his thoughts!

he can't break free from the stereotypical courses of falsehood,
his existence spreads across bowls, licked away by the tongues,
absorbed and expelled in moans and pain

Horse-Whisperer recommends turning him into grit
maybe it will be useful for the chicks, after all, spring is coming

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can social jaws be lubricated with expectorant syrup?

anyone interested should come for an answer in person -
Horse-Whisperer informs

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and speaking of chicks, let me tell you about a dramatic event

Parsley chased the Rooster around the garden beds
and tried to convince him to participate in the Soup

but Horse-Whisperer is not a scavenger,
so he quickly carved a madman out of a carrot
and involved him in the incident

White Parsley! Red Carrot!

oh! there will be a polish patriotic song out of this,
or a portion of salad for daddy

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the already familiar yet still Strange and Naked Sky
is filled with the moon and May

around her, swarms of pure thoughts float

in short, we are dealing with a moving orgy
of transparency

sands of scent, nights with hot desires, domination of pink

the Inner Sea can indulge to its fullest in being

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I - personally - talk a lot, but I see my own!

for example, what does Horse-Whisperer do when he meets Lout in a cafe or on the street?
He immediately starts leaning out from participating with Lout
into the first better escape or direction

for example, he builds a dazzling structure from a matchbox:
the label is transparent, clouds flow through it
in the matchstick heads' rocks, eagles build nests,
they have a good view

and with them, you can somehow survive Lout

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the Nightmarish Tangle of Humanity is reared in a car

its wheels play tricks on him, for he has a world view,
Horse-Whisperer speaks softly, as he neighs at that moment

the Nightmarish Tangle of Humanity has no choice
but the three children who devour his actions

he has social permission for a tiring life
and will have fun when it turns out to be a patriot

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whatever He does for the globe
He also does for himself, recognized as Being,
the source of constant becoming towards Known Goals

Known Goals are the reward for -

Horse-Whisperer empathizes here, so he doesn't finish the sentence

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my Self went among the roses,
among the flowers
its ego is hardly visible

unlike it, for example, roses smell

they emit feminine platoons with their loins stretched toward the Pleasant Side

in the area of the Pleasant Side, nights are extraordinarily sultry

and it often happens that Horse-Whisperer
multiplies in roses

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what does the Poetic Butt do?
it builds factories with rubrics
as diverse as conception versions,
like two different airports

it wants to produce extrasensory farts and necessarily luminous ones

it surrounds furnaces for this purpose
with loving roars in the deposits of public concerns,
it bursts open-pit mines digs clay
goes on reconnaissance into systems

and what does Horse-Whisperer think about that?
Horse-Whisperer craps on it
and has a lark haven in his head

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when Lout face moral dilemmas,
he asks, for example, what comes
from crossing an automatic pistol with a small pink Wanderer

although the echo of his soul answers immediately
he returns
to carrying the frames he practices in
in his world

impressions are cold-soldered
which prevents
Horse-Whisperer from making contact

he would like to immerse them in fire
but he cannot stand the desire to sniff

so he simply turns away, goodbye

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Horse-Whisperer claims that the ancient Greeks
had organisms with ingenious radiation

they could fondle light
their dreams were protected from the attacks of darkness

in comparison to your beggarly Self - Horse-Whisperer screams in me -
I am always my own incarnation!

it looks like he's counting sheep before taking off for another dimension

but when the organism with ingenious radiation
appears above Horse-Whisperer's continent, it visits him without a visa
and without a break confirms -

only no one has anything to say

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Wanderer goes down the street and sees what?
a Great Pane that approaches him, taking up the entire width of the sidewalk

he crosses to the other side, sometimes more than once -
and the Great Pane hurries towards him!

Wanderer hastily indulges in daydreams about changing his lifestyle

meanwhile, during this mumbling, the Great Pane
simply sweeps the poor soul to the first crossroads of history
from where he can be discarded into neutral death

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how does Horse-Whisperer fall into contemplation?
it bounces off the basin of the Nile
it bites through the bends of other rivers

the body becomes sentimental, one can see through it the wandering of souls

when I stroke his mane - stars ignite in the sky
from which a sparkling wind blows

and how does he emerge from contemplation?
simply
a path between trees covered with fallen leaves
blushes before the Maiden and asks her to drive
the Horse-Whisperer, who has just recovered
and transforms into a More Whisperer

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He shames me with the details of his research
thickets of female case

He says that when his phallic-monstrosity sends out research beams
the Maiden trembles with every fiber,
reveals herself, falters her veins, nerves,

and moisture begin to undulate
with the help of seaweeds from vast warm seas
and extend into His veins, nerves, and moisture

Horse-Whisperer claims that these and similar scenes
are cut from Ah in lilac-pink color!

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Snug often miss the fifth rod of the apocalypse

unfortunately, Horse-Whisperer does not mix colors
so he doesn't have black at his disposal

maybe another crowd will help him?

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the Nightmarish Tangle of Humanity wonders why -

why blackthorn bushes are not used to produce clouds,
why his ego is a herd of savage social muscles,
why the ear moves around the city with impunity,
ready to suck the sounds from his private window

why this slimy Body Cellar, where it must reside,
chained to why

the Nightmarish Tangle of Humanity chokes,
becomes nervous,
and so - until the maggot!

and Końkut feels it, feels sorry!

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what Horse-Whisperer sees does not belong to the dead nor to the enlivened thought,
so he does not intend to mention it

he prefers to tell Red Winds tales
about funny worlds where time twists into trumpets
and plays Everything,
if you put your lips in the right place

thanks to this, Red Winds can freely fan events
and bask in the sun when they feel like it

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Lout 's highest flights are thwarted by low cats
so his soul can stink

he also develops a second body, Defensive, called the Worldview
that's why he can't get through

when the second body, Defensive, envelops conscience
it happens that Lout dies of self-suffocation

and who knows what the point of shouting is?

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Horse-Whisperer collapses from his limbs down
there is no one to give him a hand

he gave away all his own hands, there is nothing to grasp the edge of the fissure

he is devoured by the Inner Heat, digests haphazardly and excretes into Action

the edge of the fissure brightens from the glow
tightens into a loop

- and does it matter when I change my body? - he says to himself
giggling towards the fire

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- shall we not frighten anyone? - suddenly echoed
- no - replied Horse-Whisperer, although he doesn't like to contradict

- for we are screeching violins with slit throats
ecstasy drips straight from our bow

- we'd like to frighten no one, yet exist well,

- thank you very much, we'll be on our way now

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barely recovered, Horse-Whisperer had to refresh
the distant sea so that it would reach this page entirely

he carelessly throws at me that the sea means something in time
space, scent, imagination, touch, in music -
and if I don't receive meanings radiating in the speech with a Six-fold Tip
then Horse-Whisperer, he himself, shits on me

lying in the recesses of his galactic barn
he now refreshes himself with the sea, steaming with clouds
seemingly nothing, yet working on tomorrow's rain

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meanwhile, from the sun-soaked coniferous forest
numerous White Spots crawled onto the road

Horse-Whisperer, in agreement with the author and the present time,
go to build the future - and then this happens

fortunately, there is daily dubi nearby

a sip of Hoops sometimes restores strength
if one sighs strongly enough
because then Something tucks its tail under itself
and wants to build too!

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every globe is circling in the very middle of the heaven!

this is how Horse-Whisperer, pregnant with conclusions for others

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others occupy more and more space for Horse-Whisperer,

he reserves a place for himself at the Tip

there are difficulties, for example, when the Tip becomes a sad Spot
which spreads in fever across the globe and creates nothing

extremely unpleasant! especially in line for time
or as ego in something less creative

among normality, Horse-Whisperer begins to wither
summons Everything to help, changes violently!

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Wieś walked through a village covered in green moss,
on silvered thatched roofs, moved by emotion

he had a bag of Hoops for Horse-Whisperer and his people,
winged, unfortunately, with hope

Wieś had to learn to fly faster than hope!

that's why he saw the village and its roofs from above,
and in an extraordinary way, he delivered Hoops
just in time

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when Wanderer dies, he really wants to go to the Others

he sees how it is:
when dying,
with a stinking snout, pushes him into the Inner Forest,
Others show evidence of Small Tribes
and do not want to see death

hurry up, Wanderer, while there's still time!

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The Horse-Whisperer told me that if this was to be printed,
I should employ a few miles of dwarves to carry the letters and words

but all my words are newly born,
some don't have their umbilical cords tied yet

so the dwarves carry, but in a strange way,
there are cords between letters and words,
some of the legs are getting tangled

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in the dirty sheets of dawn, in the suburban line,
we talk about larvae that are born blind
for a tiny flight under a slanted sky,
and will die without ever becoming butterflies

the slanting sky rises on the boats of society,
and those usually moor at shallows shallows,
in turn, are itchy like scabies

I will give them wings - Horse-Whisperer swears -

to all of them!
from within!
from yesterday to tomorrow!

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Horse-Whisperer undertakes to prove that behind every eye
there is an invisible and free
Observer
who always has an optimal chance

prove that it is not so! - he concludes

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Strange Naked Sky has a wet branch of light in her head today

her name is strange, but shines sympathetically
as does everything in her windblown hair

there are no hidden corners of the brain here
nor thoughts hidden for the time of drought

but there are numerous moments from which deer run
and graze in meadows greening with love

Horse-Whisperer, walking towards Strange Naked Sky in the dark,
must be extremely careful
not to trample on anything on the globe

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when Horse-Whisperer ponders, his nostalgia digs a tunnel into eternity

luminous eons in the rustle of wings
sweep away nostalgia and carry it further
where one can dance
strike bare feet on the resonant metal of clouds
or spasm at will in pastures of heat

and when one of the sounds moves the Whole,
Horse-Whisperer reveals himself as if to exist

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I chopped a hole in the smog with a pickaxe in the morning
and what do I see?

two tanks are copulating right under our window!

we call the police, but they say it's spring!

Horse-Whisperer also supports free love,
but why do they have to be so loud!?

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when it comes to catching oneself in Horse-Whisperer,
it's better to grab one's head

between my hands, I have astonishment then,
both of us are satisfied

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the Horse Whisperer crosses himself forward

He does not allow anything to be carried over to a later date
so as not to clutter up the space where the New appears

The new appears in the world
without interruptions and further continuations

one thing is important: to clear your head,
hurry to the light
and don't look backin anything and anyone, otherwise
existence may be terminated!

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PL - Końkut, który był Człowiekiem
DE - Der Pferdeflüsterer, der ein Mensch war