WestOz64

it slips in through the cracked window and casual gauze of microsleep a future memory solidifies its humanoid weight onto the empty passenger seat i keep driving, like always as if this world and all others like it depend on every corner to be rounded, just so as if a single wrong pebble caught in the treads might hurtle the whole thing sunward then i wake into familiar dream just past the interchange too late to exit and i survey, from highway speeds winter-bare forest preserves clustered in crimescenes drones buzzing about yellow tape process and record while the footprints leading away erode in a whipping flat plains wind and the h