Do you ever wonder what it’s like

To go streaming across the freeway lane

To go soaring across the curving lane

And fly across the ramparts

To soar past and hit concrete

Forgetting the blast and parts of metal gears whirring

Just that soaring impart in time

That weightlessness that silent speck of a moment

Where you’re free at last

Until you collide

With another human wreckage,

Or some poor inanimate object

On the ground in your repast.


Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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