Foolish Freedom

Aiming the machine into the wind
Pressing it forward
Forcing it faster
At 95,
Romantically reckless
Your life drifts into seconds
Breath and destruction
All hanging between a watch’s tick
Beauty in mortality,
In the ever looming possibility of an end
Tragedy is tempted,
Then abandoned
And the watch ticks again
Calling off the wind
While bravery finds it’s limit
Quietly the crash comes
Jolting me back into sanity
Where the dying feeling creeps in with the mundane


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