Slow motion, please.
I’d like my next life to run in slow motion;
no more races, no more running
towards an edge of a world
no longer — wanting
no longer – needing
no longer
- caring.
Slow motion, please.
I’d like my next life to run
in slow
motion
where the traces left behind
become more than traces
of a single life abandoned
for the idea of a better life lived
– … alone.
Slow motion, please; in the next life
just add
⁃ glue.