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Wipeout


Jason Stahl



Racing through the night,
forging ahead,
I know now what for,
or where I'm going,
I punch the gas,
hit the powder,
and spin,
into a delirious whirl,
through space and time,
until I rest,
in the sobering hug,
of mud and stone.

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