Out of The Debris

Crushed 27 bones while ripping the sun from the skies
traded my iron lung for a swim in the deep blue
found shoreline, flew the coop
with tarred feathers
out of the debris, built an ark and grew a spine.

Figure 8 bicycle riding rush hour until I crashed and burned
red octagon said I have a broken frame, so I reinvented the wheel
rummaged through scrap, tire and handlebars
brushed off wounded shoulder
until my hand had calluses
out of the debris, built an unicycle and rode off.

Came upon a rainbow puddle that told me I was the smallest frog
he said, stop chasing that fly on the wall
that the mime cannot seem to escape from
somehow i broke through.
out of the debris, built a hole and crawled in.