I'd dreamed the white horse before just days before my mother died
I'd gone to a farm to look at it and as I was led into the barn's darkness
hundreds of birds flew out the horse was a giant and I was terrified
its hooves were larger then my head but when I saw how it lowered its head
to accept the bridle I was convinced it couldn't hurt me and I agreed
to take it home as I led the horse into the light the farmer came around
the corner of the barn leading a giant white bull its sweeping horns wide
as the horizon "if you take the white horse you have to take the white bull"
he said there was no turning back and I reached out my hand
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