Suspend

A persuasive sway of the wheat in the wind in the night
Across the ground but below the heads, a sound wave wanders
Contorting the movements and decisions of the subconscious
Ready is relative as I stare out the back door at the moon
With an accompaniment of crickets only flat lining my brain
This becomes eternal procrastination that cannot be understood
Only forgiven, sometimes
Read between the lines and into this parallel world where senses are in slow motion
But the rest is accelerated
Not so much as a glance from the speed
But you stare, I stare
Motionless, free of thought
What do I find?
Time.

Reviews

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. amazing poetry ... my favourite lines are ...

"Read between the lines and into this parallel world where senses are in slow motion
But the rest is accelerated"

. i so know this place but you described it perfectly ...