I remember falling:

falling
falling
falling

I don't remember the fall
the trip
the stumble.

perhaps
I was pushed

I travelled for a long time
but i cannot remember where I was

it was always dark
scary

like falling through tree limbs at a 1000 m.p.h.
constantly getting cut torn ripped apart
yet everything always happened so fast - too fast
I had no control

there was a time when I gladly gave up control
mind expansion was a daily event
part of the ritual
the invited
the wanted

that was a different time
a different location
a different plateau

a desired, sought out place
so much was good
too good

I drove too fast - I liked the speed
I never thought to wear a helmet

but I remember falling

falling through trees -
through thorns
through thistles

100 feet long and oh so sharp!

they cut
cut very deep

I remember the blood
it poured so freely from the cuts

I remember the knife -
a simple steak knife
at my throat

the blade was pointed
it was sharp

I was scarred
I was not afraid to die

I know every branch
every thorn

we have met

an intimate bond was formed

 

remember -
it was a long trip.