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The Midnight Riders
Who are they?
Ghosts drift past my senses
In strange attire not seen before
Are they related to my intuition?
Ghosts that ride past my open door.
Why do they appear indistinctly?
And inhabit empty spaces in my mind
Who are these midnight riders
Easy to feel and much harder to find.
Ghostriders from past incarnations
Planted in my mind from long ago
How far do my senses remember
Is it too indistinct for me to know?
It’s more like a sixth sense I’m feeling
Nuances of knowledge learned before
Drifting through the genes of former lifetimes
Absorbed into my heart, soul and core.
They’re indistinct and have no form of matter
Yet the knowledge never learned is known
Is absorbed in the outdoors from the ether
Picked up by an ancient wind that’s blown.
I have a sense of urgency in knowing
More each day as time drifts and disappears
And make more indistinct information
And understand the…
