(Picture derived from Bing)
on the hood,
Of the car, as it drove through hell.
Viewing the snapshots,
I blazed on.
Forgiving others & self,
For the glitches,
That short-circuited our actions.
Flowing to the humming,
That’s in sync, with the binaural rhythm,
Of my heartbeat…
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