Quieting the world

It was a race against time itself
And I was a character, an anti-hero
Trapped in an August Wilson tragedy –
Feeling an inexpressible
Tightness in my chest,
Seeking to slow down
By just a few rpm’s
The sound of the still sacred spin.
Quieting the world –
I tuned into nature at her own speed,
Hoping for a peace – short of death:
The ultimate resting state. All by myself.
Solitude is always a drag, man.
Who wants to be lonely and alone?

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