I recall moments where
I conclude this experience early.
Hands on the wheel, early morning
River to the left
Knife in hand, legs and chest already scared
Under water, still
Medication inches from gallons of alcohol.
What then do I make of the shakes?
Volatile spasms of mind?
Bombarding mostly in the time of swampy weakness?
I think of the time extended by willing fate. I think of other selfs less fortunate.