Short Stories and Poems

Things Put Away

A horse tail in a cigar box

river stones

mixed with magic solution,

time is no longer linear,

but parallel- quantum physics, I think.

If so, I step to the side of reality where your tail flies in the wind,

and the thunder makes the earth tremble under your hooves.

If death is an illusion, I will you back

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