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.