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
by death’s existential reality.

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

To ponder,
he seeks the slow —
to know.

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

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