A dog called
Radical woke up one day

Radical opened it's eyes with a feeling
From a dream of what it
Wanted to be from what it was already,
It wanted to learn to trust again,
It did not bark,
Looked around and felt that
The time had slowed down
Radical was quiet and so was
It's morning, may be
It wanted it to be slow

Radical then moved slowly
Creating as if something that
Remained of it,
The lamp post which was
Sought after for it's  morning dues
Today all that image
Remained in memory.

Radical felt as if it was creating
Time,
The movement to the bush took
A lot of steps,
The flowers in bush looked
Groovy it thought,
The sky when Radical looked up
Seemed lost,
It had to function
Yet it stopped.

Radical woke up one morning
To find the time stopped untill
It wanted it created.