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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme 
   my odyssey untamed, my spirit free.
No car to claim, just two wheels flight 
   a bond profound, betwixt the road and me.

Leave Greencastle's eve, the welder's toil 
   a tale of twilight's dire befold.
Blinking lights, a train's advance 
   a moment's halt, a saga yet foretold.

Screeching car, a death-jarring shake 
   rearview mirrors
  dread's reflection bred.
As fate converges as metal twists 
   a dance macabre for my destiny is misled.

Pinned forward, toward the rails 
    a silent thought - 
   a desperate plea in me ensnared.

"Dearest Lord, if beneath this train I 
    must go 
   let fate be swift. 
      Or perhaps let this useless life be spared."

Suddenly, wrenching twist 
   a steel's lament, the bike recoils - 
      as my body is flung on high -
         Into the darkest night, into the void. 
             'neath moonless skies 
                  where stars dare shy, and…
                      Angels cry as they watch 
                         on high…

Dazed and battered, my senses reel, 
    vision blurred
   the drunk driver looms 
   a specter dark.
His question asked and guilt confessed 
   coward's plea. 
   A lost soul’s slur remarked.

Surging with anger and ablaze with words
   I confront, 
   to reclaim my right.
He  a quick retreat 
   locks the doors in fear. 
   His refuge found in a 
   coward's night.

The ambulance's glow as sirens wail 
   a chaos whirls and swirls. 
   A scene in frenzy's surge.
Minutes fleeting with my dreams 
   dispersed 
   in aftermath's unsettling dirge.
My pride and joy, now 
   Jus a wreckage lain, slain 
   among the ruins 
   my tale reclaimed.

My helmet shattered and yet 
   My head unscathed. 
   Somewhere a guardian's 
   unseen hold.
Roll bars and wallet-like armor stout 
   a soldier's shield, a guardian's plea
Army jacket a steadfast friend, protecting
   unshredded flesh…
      a testament to my destiny.

A herniated disc a fate's decree 
   a stark reminder of what could be.
Yet in the wreckage and in the pain 
   an Angels hymn, 
      "To God be the Glory! Amen and Amen!"

Through shadows deep in trials vast 
   My journey was shaped, 
   by destiny's measured degree…

My Kawasaki, my loyal steed, is 
   a testament to resilience 
   to life's ever-loving mystery.
In reverie, I ponder fate and the twists of life. 
   The paths unknown.
In echoes of that fateful night 
   a prayer answered, 
      my spirit, at last, has grown.

For every twist, each turn, each scar, 
   I learned that strength lies…
      not in steel or car,

For life remains a fragile thread, 
   a brush with death, 
      a lesson read,
         a new life reborn.

Now the road unwinds, a winding maze, 
   with knee-bent gratitude, 

I will forever sing His glory and praise!
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