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I arrived home
no memory on how I got there
passing faces tragic,
composed of magic,
and I had the thought
what did I do
when passing through?

and you...
were you delivered safe?
or is evil a transient being
reaching out to empty conscious
assembling armies of blank minds
in its spare time

randomly accessed, my memory
placing boots upon necks
shutting down processing units
with unseen movement
shifting rocks like druids
and I never knew it?

Surely, I stopped at a light
and saw pedestrians walking past
as I sped past plight
while I made a left, right?

I just want to know you're alright

That my autopilot zone
didn't alter your way home
or bypass any pallor cast
as I winded home half staffed
and that my 4lbs mass
isn’t a secret agent
thinking derangement

as I answer questions on how my day went

I have no recollection
but I'm sad today
and that’s quite different
from yesterday
and I wonder
...why