Fugue

      B l u r

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 A loud chorus of SCREECHES

and skids

and horns

and YELLS

ring in your ears, 

pulling you back to awareness

… you are in the middle of a road.

Red-faced you run to the sidewalk 

with the sound of tsks, 

disapprovals,

curses,

derogations,

drown in white noise to your ears

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your thoughts all too demanding

too loud

to receive your attention with just but one

- one simple question.

What were you doing there?

And I answer quite panickingly,

I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t remember.

Then you don’ even realize that once again,

your feet quickly walks.

Where are you going?

And again you can’t answer.

I don’t know.

Like a bad dream, 

every face you see is unfamiliar

menacing

horrid

A sound louder than your screaming thoughts dominate over you

Loud enough to be called embarrassing, your heart almost leaps out of your chest

as your breath tries to catch up

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                             s P i N

You stop.

As you close your eyes,

willing to wake up from this nightmare

you are suddenly wrapped in silence

in the quiescence of your mind

you open your eyes and see the truth

see it all too clearly.

You were trying to escape.

And you did so all too blindly.

And it almost caused your demise.

Then suddenly, everything seemed familiar once more.

Eventually,

slowly,

you start to walk back.