I do not dare…look back.
However, I am drawn to a sudden, slight, turn of fate.
A quick hesitation, powerful…and, distant like an ill flying kite.
There are seconds to oblivion…there I am…a dream.
No longer of this earth.
My sight no longer seen.
A mistress to control…
No attempt, no mystery, no exit in which to flee.
Threaded, hallow, posts demeaned by metal thoroughfares.
Soon I could be a speeding holy ghost.
Nothing but a steel skid mark host.
