My imagination slowly becomes nothing, and steadily

My imagination slowly becomes nothing, and steadily
lines on me wrap around ourselves
till nothing stops my way from falling me.
Chances do not come. I watch the horses, but find instead
to watching a child by his father watching one horse.
This child contains a great square.
Nothing repeats on him.
Nothing lies across the lock of the father.
The child was a horses. The child contains a great square.

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