The Ghost or the Machine?

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The music devolves into

A work of second intensity —

Mere backdrop to the

Rhythmic motion of the car

As it sways with the curves of

Browntown Road.

The image of white and silver

Metal converging on me

Disrupts the harmony,

Thrusting me back to thoughts

Of reality, of dreams,

And of intervention so divine.

Episodes of near-death

Make me wonder

If I am the ghost

Or the machine.

That moment of reassurance

When I know I am dreaming

Doesn’t exist in this

Parallel universe, so part of me

Still wonders if this reality

Is the real one.

But then the music pushes forward,

Deafening the voices

That tell me my mind, not my body,

Exists.