What slowness means to me :
The excess of time?
The romantic leisure?
The careful meditation?
These are just
exceedingly luxurious
and a extravagancy to me.
The slowness to me
is
a consistent pride,
a heartbreaking struggle,
a clinging cost of agony
striving to achieve and endeavoring not to miss.
Still
I am dragged
by the slowness,
as exhausting myself.
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