the only time
i truly shut down
is going
one hundred
down the highway
absorbing the
blurred details
as i dissociate
racing anxiety
between eighteen
wheeled catastrophes
an insignificant
skull of jello
in a meat hell
controlling two
tons of destruction

what could go wrong

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