Sometimes you get away

Escape
---- Big Frank Dickinson

"Sometimes you get away. This time it's true."
---- Kaskade

You look over your shoulder and sure enough
They're gone: the nagging doubt, the fixed
Obsession, the incompleteness, along with
The killing routine - and all that comes along with them.

Clean away - the great escape; and how did you
Manage this? Well, it was quite simple; you lost yourself.
Otherwise, they'd all be here along with you.
We've all heard that - "I lost myself in thought" or

"I got lost going to Kansas City", or there could be other
Means, other places into which you entered and by getting
Lost - you, ironically, get away. Of course, there is
Some consternation that accompanies the sense of being lost:

How am I going to kill this bear; emerge from the burning car,
Or find my way out of this gunnysack? Or less dramatically,
Seek shelter from the rain, find my wallet, or
Speak the truth despite the shame.

But this is more than made up for by the gains realized:
Ignorance of past burdens, avoidance of what was thought
To be pressing, and generally redefining the moment by
Raising the stakes of the present to obliterate the past.

The car skids across the road, your feet go out from underneath,
The sky lights up above you, or you scramble to do three things at once,
And in all cases your mind runs away, your focus realigns, and
In looking closely at something new, you forget and let go.

All of these are your lucky crises; the floodlight dispelling shadows.
Of course, the forgotten can return when the crisis lifts and the
Present glaring spotlight goes out revealing the hundred
Tiny flashlights alternately coming up quickly from behind.