NP, but a bit of prose poetry...

[Keith Davis]

...They rode on. The horses trudged sullenly the alien ground and the round
earth rolled beneath them silently milling the greater void wherein they
were contained. In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were
bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor
blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence. The very clarity of
these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates the whole
on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and
nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all
preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with
unguessed kinship.

I'm sure some of you will recognize this...

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