Strung
sometimes im colliding. smashing into pavement. but did you know? which way is up. undeterminable. when the storm has strewn you so far. the road lay below me once. now clashing flood. strung vulnerable. im hooked on the high. the string of life. upside down. pacified by hidden stars. in the gray flashes. embraced tight. by another impassioned crashing sky.
[Photo by Bellezza Caotica, Interstate 495, NY]
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