Saturday, November 26, 2022

Commute

Screaming through the night
Headlights - I think

The sound, the flash

I wasn't focused.
Should have been.
This car won't drive itself, will it?
Where have I been? 

Most of the way home, and
Until some adrenaline junkie flew by at ten thousand miles per hour
I was... somewhere. 

There's a space between "A game" and dinner

A lag in space-time

A strange encounter with ourselves

Our souls might belong here...

I don't know...

I can't remember

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