The speed of light is crashing,

Screeching to a halt,

My mind pulls back,

Slowing, sluggish, moving like molasses,

Sweet, and crystal dark,

A river of calm.

I will not know myself in the weeks to come,

Or even remember just what it was that prickled my heart,

And shredded my thoughts,

Once I cross that threshold, and move at the wavelength of life,

I will shine, vibrant and alive.