Open lassos lace the choked arena air.
Lithe and lank and spurs to flanks,
one ring racing, sparkling;
a loop free for the head.
Too, the heeler hopes a bright hoop,
head down to hold the other side.
Teamed ropes racing the torch of time.
Banding to bond a single beast in time.
Steady eyes, running, dust.
Blood. Breathing. Still.
Hushed, heaven and earth looks to the Judge.
Firebrands, standing still.
Heavy, more than weight.
Gold on their soles.
Old in their souls.
Time tastes all claims.
Time licks with flames.
Silver shining threads remain.
Let Your Light Shine