An Autonomic Response

I shudder. I would not like
to shudder. Distaste rolls 
through my body, and I 
cannot slow its rolls. The
feeling of a feeling that 
rides a horse of no per
son's making -- that is
a terrifying rider. The 
horse is merely stuck
in its situation, a seat
that must move forward,
without consultation or
oats. I am a horse. I 
respond and I cannot
find the pond that 
makes these things 
that make me.