as i fall off this roof.
my life
does not pass in front of me.
instead i wonder what
will i not
be able to do this weekend
once i hit the ground.
will i walk again,
will i bleed out.
will someone find me
a broken shell of who
i used to be.
but i survive, i rise.
i shake the dirt off, wipe
off the wounds.
i collect myself and breathe.
i swing my arms
around, shake my legs.
and laugh a little.
i wonder what that was
all about.
i've been keep these angels
pretty busy.
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