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.
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