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.

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