(can’t recall the point of this joke)

https://insitze.com/blog-posts/ How does one lose grip on reins of a fleeting desire? Picture this: A horse and a house; who clutches the reins? The horse goes worse on bumpy terrain, While the house draws itself a blank – Something of a foreign expressionism. These thoughts tumble in tonight, whilst On a soft glow bedlamp inner-led parade A sour note and e superscript Make a constant companion To brighten the dead of leaves Littered by the burden Scattered by such decadent breeze Hunched beneath a shivery window. And I am very pleased to greet the humility to which this grants me. And I grin at the prospect of a great, bitter berry seed Making dessert Making delicacies Making a singe of an old memory go to sleep. Is this the very wonderment by which you and I speak, dear reader? Are you too, possessed of the disposition To be stirred into that bare Autumnal retreat, pre-hibernation In a cave with her cubs? Yet child, the time is not nigh, though neither is it neigh. “Boar the horses!…