I am pale because I have migrated far from the source,
entranced by the awkward forgetful beat of my ancestors.
There is a rhythm, a memory, waiting to get out under the cracked sheltered skin.
I was in a car,
but I made the wrong turn
and was heading against traffic on a one way road
In the distance, two cars approach
I try to move my car and turn around,
or to get off the road
anything to avoid the collision
But I was stuck on the ice,
and no matter how I tried,
my car spun its tires and would not move
The approaching cars saw me and slowed down
to avoid the collision
But as I turned around, to my horror
I saw another car behind me
presumably following my lead
approaching and then passing me at a high rate of speed
The passing blue car slammed head on to the approaching car
and there was an absolute stillness
I was in shock
I could not look
The blue car had followed me and I was responsible
When I awoke, I racked my brain trying to think of who had a blue car
who had I led astray
But I only know one person with a blue car
and I guess I should get to know him better
or at least provide him better guidance.
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