I died driving on the highway,


I turned to fix my bent rearview mirror 

and saw the world was no longer there

Except the sturdy concrete of the highway. 

Crushed into the empty space

I saw

No trees 

or skies, or 

flattened tortoises that wander onto open road

only the long pavement leading me

a thought crossed my mind to say a prayer. 


Light footsteps came running from behind me

and waving

A voice called, "Stop, 

I am here to take you down.

I lead the way.

All the way,

down to you know where."

Unphased,  I was dreaming 

I knew this

somewhere in my psyche

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