He sneaks up behind,


with a railway sleeper,

and clonks me on the head.

Rushing in, unstoppable, he is an irresistable ocean wave

Crashing over

Obliterating all but survival

Carrying me helpless

to wash up on foreign shores.

He stares me in the face

Locking my eyes

And I see what I do not wish to know

Sometimes I search for him.

I seek him out

And he is closer than I could imagine

Other times he hides.

And I am insistent.

From a safe vantage point

he sees me wander lost

And it is me he finds

Call it accident?

I call it Truth.


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