Realization
Passing through the seemingly endless street
I live my existance, with no purpose
No value, no self-worth
And then it hit me
Like a great bolder
And smashed my teeth
Ripping and straining my simple flesh.
Dazed, naturally, trying to sort out
The pieces of teeth
That flow into a river of blood and saliva.
Comprehension has sifted through
My bloody gums, leaving me unaided for
The encounter.
HMM 4-18-99
