I remember the women praying in the car next to me
I remember his voice on the other end of the line
I will never forget looking up into the eye of god as everything fell silent
The rain stood still
My eyes as bright as a fresh spring doe
This was no April shower
This was a Midwest hurricane
Even more dangerous when it's blindly sipping on the Great Lakes
I remember god inhaling
Then he blew me away
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
