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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