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I died driving on the highway,

 stirring, 

I turned to fix my bent rearview mirror 

and saw the world was no longer there

Except the sturdy concrete of the highway. 

Crushed into a black, empty space

I saw

No trees 

or skies, or 

flattened tortoises that wander onto open road

only the long pavement leading me

a thought crossed my mind to say a prayer. 

Light and fast footsteps came running from behind me

and waving hands caught my eye,

a young man's voice called, "Stop, 

I am here to take you down.

I lead the way.

All the way,

down to you know where."

Unphased,  I was dreaming 

I knew this

somewhere in my psyche