“It came to mind,”
She says.
Horse or Rider?
It came to mind.
A flower of the Void?
Or something that builds its web
inside her?

At Troy the Gods took sides
making the Trojans
deaf to Cassandra’s warnings.

Wotan fought
against his favourite son,
killing Siegmund high
above the clouds.

Who rides whom
on earth and sky
and in the labyrinth
of society?

The one you meet
on any street,
who confronts you
or speaks you fair –
Is it with him you have to do?
Or is he a messenger for One not there?

“It came to mind.”
A flower of the Void?
Or something that builds its web
inside her?

Horse or rider?