Neither Here nor Now
A moment missing from memory
The space between
the driver's mind ㅤㅤㅤand wheel
is neither here nor now.
He watches his own life
pass by
ㅤㅤㅤthe billboard signs and power lines
on a road as familiar
as brushing teeth
until
ㅤㅤㅤsuspended
ㅤㅤㅤthere—
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthen flying out of view
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤas fast as a hummingbird's wings
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfluttering
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤin a hot summer wind
that sweet, syrupy smell,
that steamy intersection
and cloudbursts of sirens—
smelling salts
think... ㅤㅤㅤthink...
was it
ㅤㅤㅤreally
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤred?
Afterimages materialized
behind closed eyes
like dropped frames ㅤㅤㅤof a silent reel
and I wonder still,
was anything ever real?
Inside
the plush red interior
our crimson cradle,
something
remains
beyond repair
forever fixed
in broken hearts.
There are no airbags for the soul.
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Pixel Floyd
I write poetry. Inspired by the undefined spaces where words take their chances.
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