slow motion is the move
so that I may now process trains of thought without neglecting any
Equality at its finest without a caboose
the sun flickers like strobe lights in studio 56
Eyes watering from fast cars speeding, windows down- ineffective backseat driving and crying from wind bursts.
Living and lying about my ability to process my thoughts without neglecting the others
Failed attempts at time management has me longing for the flexibility of sundials
no real absolute, only relative
But the reality of relativism shifts slow motion from outer to inner
silent implosions over the challenge of giving credence to trains of thought.