Babylon’s Embrace
The thoughts living beneath my skin –
how can they shape reality if bound by flesh?
To compose music
I cut trees with bones
To create life
I feed the sterile to maggots
To write a story
I become all and everything.
If not conceived of a jackal,
how am I a prophet?
These are your thoughts
as I hear them.
Look up!
A thousand horses of darkness gallop across the sky
In their wake I see the face of Death.
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
Sometimes – Unrecognised
Both by others and ourselves
We may be somehow brothers
Beautiful!
I feel the same! So much!!
I’m glad you do! Writers can amount to much when using their gift to the fullest.
I seriously love the very first two lines.
Let’s hope I can write something where you love every single line next time 😉
Great imagery! I could hear the thunder of the horses.
Thank you! 😀