word by world
the world keeps speed-reading past me
while I slow down to savor each phrase
it rattles off words like a ticker tape
words ideas and ends I don’t care to hear
the olive oil universe is fast and thin
where it should be slow thick perpetual
it is momentary fragmenting temperature
burnt from the grate in a dulled instant
a smokiness instigating clangorous alarms
where lubrication and frictionlessnesses
should abide to counteract toxic ice storms
hovering just beyond our insufficient reason
the words and worlds steal slowly to a crawl
to listen one by one sentence for sentence
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