not too far from here
I keep trying to imagine this world
without me
but I get stuck right in the moment
unmoving in a traffic jam
the fixed moon looking down at me
through the sunroof
saying most of this is not real
in the first place
one moment I’m exactly
where I think I am
and the next I’m transported
from inside a little glass tube
crash testing the latest
and greatest innovation
somehow coming out in one piece
on some other side
even when you find yourself isolated
you feel you’re never alone
your right hand guiding
an imaginary zeppelin across
difficult terrain
reporting back to mother
on a higher frequency
this may be the final moment
april two thousand twenty
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