Monday, March 2, 2015

Disintegration


Roll down the window and let your hair be whipped around by the inrush. Cotton candy strewn across the morning sky. Wanderer take warning...

Scan the spectrum and hold your breath. Do it thrice. Exhale.

Grip the wheel tightly and lay on the throttle. When you see the red coming, make a lucid choice. It may be the last one.

Search the horizon, left to right, right to left. Bring your focus back just a little and try again. If you can't, then reach beyond the horizon. Take your hands off the wheel.

Transcend.

1 comment:

  1. This could be my favourite one yet, Billy. Poetic and powerful with an elegant ending. Lovely.

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