An accident

The road ahead could only be cautioning,
and not belong to the world divided in utopia or dystopia
like the one I walked on thursday afternoon-

an uprising in itself, like the horse I’m riding on
gone wild in search of a tree shade in moorland-
less of a collision into a car, more of a

collision into an unprecedented faith, to which
I woke up beside tyres, in unfathomable survival
of my senses, of this life that could slip away

in moments like these, and I don’t know if
I ventured into god, but I did find myself
soaking in a different light-

that carried physical wounds and healed
internal pains-letting me see all things undone
in the labyrinth of my flesh and bones


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