Have the events of the day
fooled you into those false notions
that the longest days of your life
will remain unaltered?
Snail, rabbit, elephant, or cheetah paces are the optional enigma
that we are never given the skeleton key
to unravel the exact day, hour, minute, second
when the paces just pop to stop.
I long to see what is the pop to reveal after that stop
Has anybody come back through
the door between life and death?
A long interview is due to whoever passed that dividing threshold.
Anybody if any?