Slower. Slower yet.
A course in seeing, not regret.
Sound comes in, that’s a crow.
Remember to take hearing slow.
Wind the clock and let it sit.
Failing stoppage day remit.
Can a con and give it time,
As it ferments into crime.
Lay aside what you might do.
Then your actions you can’t rue.
Morals fracture from the verbs.
Stasis cannot sting-perturb.
Fights, jets, and bullet tubes
Turn their users into rubes.
Slowly lift your eyes and see:
Cornered sights are always free.
Whisper to the wind a sigh,
Our repose will never die.
Roman Ryan 