Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle
Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it
So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together
Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…
It all came into focus suddenly
Reality was never going to be her playground
It was all she could do to not cackle as she downed her cup of Ayahuasca
Slowly her eyes dilated and she was home
His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed
Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could
And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall
Living slowly got better, forever different, but better
Focusing on looking before leaping
Really made life easier and gave him so much self-confidence moving forward
Of course, at this particular moment, it was getting a bit warmer, but everything would be just fine
Going to enjoy this sauna environment as it keeps getting hotter slowly until …
He slowly walked up the mountain
It was going to change his life
Knowing he could finally get that question answered
Except there was a wise guy and not wise man at the top
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
Revealing each tear slowly
As the thought of you not being here sets in
It soon becomes a torrent, soaking the earth in front of me
Not that I noticed. I was lost in the emotional downpour
Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head
Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away
Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious
It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast
Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly
That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day
Slipping along my day ever so slowly but
Never leaving home. It leaves me a bit stir crazy
As if the weight of my world rides around on my shoulders
If I could just find a way to leave it all behind
Looking at that a second time, leaving it all would just leave me sluggish
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