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Ride On

By M. Jay Mansfield

I breathe in deep…
the fire burns my lungs…
I exhale slowly into a new thought…
Patterns of peace fill me…
Altered view...
Heading into the sunset …
great roads rise up to meet me...
They lift and carry me over the swelling waters…
Setting me down upon the snaking back of hard top again…
Bright hues of purple and gold…
vibration from the maxed out engine...
Rattling my teeth and my soul…
It soothes me with vicious screams…
Its heart beats furiously and mine slows to an idle…
Stress fades away and the euphoria creeps deep into every inch of me…
The fading light gives way to the symphony of other combatants streaming by…
Yellows and reds and bright blue white flashes…
The steady clip of the pavement below me tells me I am going safely along
The whole time the lights flying at me make me feel as if I rush into oblivion…
Easing past the slower steeds...
Slipping by and in front of them…
Leaving only the brilliant red glow behind as a fading memory…
Soon I too escape into the darkness…
I laugh knowing that to them instead of the truth of the escape
I seem to flee away into the void…
I know that they trudge along fleeing the same scene as me…
But they never escape into the freeness of peace that I have…
I almost pity them…
Almost…
Instead…
I breathe again…
I smile…
I ride on…

©3-11-03 MJMansfield  

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