V. 2. / 116.) If One Was A Nothing . . .

If one was a nothing what did it matter?

If one truly had let go then one wouldn’t care

I drove too near the edge of the road

But there was help even there

And Another’s two hands upon the wheel

Sharply turned it, and I was spared

The plunge to the valley below, and death

In the flesh . . . perhaps I had a purpose here?

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