Light of the Careened

Moving object in the sideline

of my vision

Slam foot on brake


They say you see

bright lights


If that don’t kill ya’

somethin’ else will

make light

Don’t make light

of what you see

when speed

timing and gravity



Rag-doll my body

Weight makes light

so that your heavy


wrests meaningless whispers

from my chest

and ever light steps

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