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| Accelerator (Feeling Helpless?) I’m speeding up, not slowing down, heading straight for a brightening star. acceleration is my fate. why buckle up? why look away or grip a wheel that won’t steer? no passenger, no navigator in this hapless life, I’ve always known my direction as windows to this vehicle afford a view of other vistas and horizons, the lone occupants of other vehicles, some screaming, in this maddening galaxy of stars, only to find the closest returning daily. I’m rolling, spinning, tilting on axis like a wobbly piece of mud, dried and glazed, know it’s not long before I smack a hard fire dissolving my tongue, while I ram the accelerator with the tip of the last appendage it takes, not satisfied until I’m a crisp, and on to the next, in this futile incinerator of a life. 6.14.21 Don’t give death the pleasure |
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