Zombie Chariot


Realization like a laser finds me reaching out again,
my arms frozen,
outstretched like a zombie,
still blind,
but trying to take back the reins.

The power of resurrection eludes me lest I return to the source,
the fuel behind this chariot,
the only one strong enough to guide these fiery galloping steeds.

My reanimation awaits.
Sitting upon this swaying seat,
lost in the frustration of unchanging flesh and bones,
I relinquish the reins.


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