Saturnine

Things are slow.



I happen to ooze, not flow.




Molasses is too quick for comfort.






Art takes longer than its letters.



I am calcium, deposited under a mountain.

We move, this hill and I.


We refer to each other diminutively. 


Geologic hourglasses for one grain.


Where gravity is point zero zero zero one










nanometers per year.

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