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THE WATERGLASS

falling from my hand,
the waterglass
there's a memory of a car crash
in the past
memory's a flash, freeze, flash
there's a line
there's a line from my hand
to the floor
and in my mind the car door
a wave of glass
crashing over Gabe, my passenger
there's a line from my hand
to the floor
and in between,
the waterglass
falling falling, water water
falling falling, water water
here comes the floor
here comes, here comes the floor