COHESION

It's become a favorite 

David Lynch cliché—

that dark two-lane highway 

connecting two odd 

numbered interstates;

a distinct memory, 

not of the events which 

took place, 

but the interstices  

between them—

the absoluteness, 

not of the dream, 

but the dream's

continuity—

and the song

that was playing. 

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Now, it's as if
the present moment 

were an exception 

to The Rule, 

as if bodies in motion 

could contain 

their own means,

as if teetering 

on the brink 

between never-meant 

and always-will 

were just one viable way 

of a million

to remain.