The Mare and the Tussock
Chained down by nothing but your thoughts
flicking of a tail in frustrated botheration
with the land before you unshapely
but soft to the sight
Steep though it may seem, it proves not
familiarity is the cause of your ennui
not your perceived enemies
just an un-exercised mind
Take to the tussock and own it’s protection from the wind
know your place well enough to employ smart thought
then maybe recognition will afford itself to you
on a Mare that knows the way
Anthracite 
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