"KAMIKAZE" 01 Sept 02
You think of your mothers face.
It is normal.
You think of the waves below.
They are normal.
You think of the sun in your eyes.
This is normal.
The heart is calm.
The senses alive.
You push the throttle.
You aim a few feet astern.
Not for the bridge.
For the waterline.
A few more metres.
All is dust.
A blink of an eye.
It is gone.
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