Royal Oak #1
Reality peels away on a
drive home from work
with puffy clouds floating above
the smog.
In and out like the traffic
from one decade to the next
and none is quite the one I
expect.
All a dream. But a dream is
easier. This can’t be easier. We
live until we don’t anymore, and
nothing else is needed.
It’s a conservation of reality. One
slower but stronger; another
faster but fainter. All echoing
around like traffic horns
reeling back one to one.
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