I live near the underpass
Where I crashed
my car. The hill
hurled me down through the rain
into the concrete wall.
It didn’t cause me any pain.
I walked away.
I didn’t change.
I slept that night.
I lived.
I still live.
I drive.
I live
nearby
Where I nearly
Died,
the hill
that tried to kill
Me. Isn’t it wonderful
To feel nothing at all?
The sky is blue everywhere,
empty
Ready to be filled
with fire. Tonight
explosions will hatch
over the underpass
in the sky,
And here below too.
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