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The Slow Room

The Slow Room

In a slow room, where time waits,
lives a man,
who see the truth as his needs require.
is he real, or is this me?
Does he feel different, is he wise?
Has moral value any meaning,
To this man, who lives in the slow room.
Slow thoughts, an eternity of knowing,
meandering.
Contemplated upon and sometimes, seized upon,
as he waits for time to happen and grow into meaning.
He has captured, something,
At first just a thought, but then and only then, as time waits,
he perceives the mind, this momentary freedom gives him a slow smile,
then stretched, time awaits once more,
in the Slow Room.

© PG Allen

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