100221 Life's end, Soul's free

.0547h

5543 at velocity unclear.
Not the unsighted speed.
But vision cloudy blurred
Johnny blackened indeed

One bend too many..
One life too precious..
To kill or killed be
Instinct over cautious..

The rubber failed the stir
The world in reverse
A thud before the river
Soft landing without burst

The hundreds watched in pain
Hundreds more in beyond
The few tried in vain
The saints lifted him gone..

A life for a life?
I cannot tell for sure..
My senses he did arise
We got home in sober.
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Bless you brotherX

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