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SHIFT
It was a Friday night called Tuesday when the chill of departure materialized as tears dripping down my throat. A haze was dispersing in front of my eyes. And weather had nothing to do with it. I saw all the features clearly as if viewed through an Accumat screen. He was leaving, and Rand-McNally wasn’t his guide. A true shift; a new view...from there. Complete with the same torment as here. And the recurring questions that won’t necessarily be answered in an awaken state. They lay prey to the dream.
So, don’t forget to sleep; don’t forget to obey all the signs. Please listen to the bells and whistles. Recite the cardinal numbers if need be. I’ve turned on the fog lights so you know which spot exits into the entrance. Others are sitting on porches, waiting; counting on your memory.
Remember everything,
but nothing, but always. Kevin L. McHugh
