you’re asking me to slow down
but then the scenery starts to come into focus
and you’ll catch glimpses of things
hiding behind the treeline

the strange animals
with strange spots
grazing in the pastures of my past
and things are quiet

when i’m not trumpeting
and shouting exclamations of
romance and throwing confetti and streamers
of theatrical celebration

the plates begin to drop
and the unicycle turns over
as i hesitate and consider
the deceleration

the oyster around my heart
shut tight