turn the keys "we will see you tomorrow!"

control the road.
a familiar route.
the same way home as before

meditative in his silence the car tires skid.
authorities would say the rain froze the overpass road

bam, mercy please come for me
into his mind
a goddess was pleased to meet.
whispering hands silver light
had no shadow

traveling without walking
through a doorway made of nothing

to a land attached to creating
re-claiming friends,
playing and laughing once more.