Thursday, August 14, 2008
when you reached the middle of the bridge. suspended. in the air. above the air. below the air.
it escapes. from inside the lungs. mind, esophagus, and pupils. part bone marrow, part memory. half past. partially present.
stumble out to the pavement. over the broken glass. through the burnt rubber fog and antifreeze mist.
you are the deranged. 100 miles up. laughing. and. crying. hysterically calm. in the middle of the wreckage.
but.
today i saw a rainbow.
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