There is a link between the the horses mouth and his heart. Is it a straw? Is he feeding on his own heart?

He has grown a beautiful mane,
blue in the night,
midnight blue.

There are waves, distortions issuing from his head. He is interacting with clouds in some way.

Glass, glassy, glass-like, like glass, transparent, blue, clear - taking on the colour of his surroundings.

Blades of grass, shoots, shooting up.

Water, made of water, transparent and clear - watering the grass, which begins to grow, at midnight, musterious [mysterious] night.

I was not feeling that great earlier, but now I am feeling OK.

Deep reds and purples bubbling under the blue.

Can I see myself? Can I capture your gaze and make an image of myself? How do you see me? What do I look like? What am I, who am I?

Image. What image of myself have I accepted, have I taken with me?

Vacillation, oscillation, waver between different images, go back and forth, appear and disappear. Vacillation occurring when the Real presses upon me.

Uncertainty of my image, uncertainty of the veracity of my image.

How long will I have to look before I can see?