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Luck
Quicker than our tires
could rotate, the tiles
turned alongside us,
thrashing nothing, making
soundless, windless thrusts
as if to propel, but
with nothing to
accelerate.
None saw, but I
couldn't take away
my eyes, and not
for fear, but for awe
of the way that they
didn't matter. Not to me,
at least. I turned
to face the back of a
familiar head, and,
apparently,
stayed about the same.
