Fractal Distraction

two tons of steel
plastic
rubber rolling down the road
two hundred pounds of flesh
behind the wheel
cell phone pressed to ear
strays to the shoulder, throwing a
two inch stone into a windshield
framing two faces
and a star is born
fractal
miniscule
drawing
the driver’s eye to a place where
one does not live in a vacuum
solitary
alone, with no outside
influence, distractions
where brotherhood
does not mean
exclusion
of all else
where darkness and
death
are not the answer
when seeking
enlightment
where differences
need be no more
no less than
a fractal distraction

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