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I wish my mind did not roll at the speed of my wheels
I wish my mind did not roll
at the speed of my wheels.

Should those brakes fail,
my first thoughts, as I watch
the front end of the truck drop
as it slides toward my stopped car,
would be whether my daughter
will be comforted should she need
stitches or a cast after a backyard
fall.

I wish my mind did not roll
at the speed of my wheels.

What if, my defeated self,
unable to rise, cannot lash together
a promise to hold her faith, or
cast a word into darkness to
give location, reassurance,
when she cries out after the torment
of dreams?

I wish my mind did not roll
at the speed of my wheels.

At impact, my own brakes release,
my own car's front end drops and
is a wedge, not unlike what I use
to split firewood, that drops under
the rear of the car in front of me
and I see her life flash before my eyes.
Her life's end, a flipping piece of loose
film.

I wish my mind did not roll
at the speed of my wheels.

I wish my mind sat still, like this
black road, heavy on the ground,
and did not catch thoughts in its spokes,
that could cause the wheels to lock, and
pitch this whole rig into oblivion.
Oh take the weight from my mind, so
that I may race away.





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