Collision

Interconnectedness  Life with all its twisted  Train wrecks Contorted metal grappled around steel, disfigurement. And at the heart  of it all, I want to crash  with you. Be a witness  to your incriminating truth Twisted in ways censorship can't explain  Remove stop signs at intersections  and T Bone with you, Bleep certain words as I drive right through  Swerve on curves Creep through school crossings  and race towards Photogenic finishes  Connectedness  like snowfall on Georgia freeways cautiously making incredible  feats of disbelief  writing  under the influence of you, hard to avoid  your touch even following  the six second rule. I want to rub paint with you have fender benders and crash our bodies in ways our spirits become unrecognizable as to who belongs to who... Remember how intersection negotiations and lane integrity created anxiety when you first learned to drive? Collide