Slow Motion

He slows motion,
he breathes deeply,
he rolls his head,
he’s not sleepy.

He’s focused
in that slowed motion,
he sees more clearly,
he feels eternal devotion.

Once he was slowed
inadvertently,
unintentionally,
by death’s existential reality.

He emerged
from horror
two years later.
It was a buffer.

To ponder,
he seeks the slow —
love
to know.

The coin flips slowly —
two sides — a thin line.
Existential horror/
Love divine.

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