my high school car
any part of my life
replayed in video loads
my same town, same purchases
progressing in denial 
of my identity
presuming one i did not have

but a long remembering 
before death
when action is gnostalgia
as if daydreams 
were different from 
nightdreams

where behind the glass
what isn't artifice
is fake audience
controlling nonetheless
some intention
any "vision"

as if when i imagine more
i do it quicker
until its over