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  Pale horses in a field of sun-burnt grass, legs buckling Falling, grace, succumbing; un-becoming We stood in the harsh August sun, naked and maddened Red wet flesh glistening, thirst, baked, dreamless Hallelujah and amen, in the distance a choir sings Lightning cracks sky; hope, wait, plunder Crisp brains search for old dreams of starlit night   When we were young, and not so mad The first drops fall, and we are redeemed; we live Drinking rain from cupped hands; delight When the storm passes it is night; a billion stars twinkle We remember why we’re here; deliverance Now we can see the lights of home shining, welcome Spiri