The numbersTicked soo sloowly, aside
and the internal compass could not decide
on north, east, south , or west,
but unsettling, settling our choice of nest.
a motion, a question, a suggestion,
made a notion into the promotion of emotion.
as the non-directive internal compass constrained
What others wouldn't care to understand,
or would perceive as just an act offhand,
is that the SloooowlyTicckiingNuuuumberrs made time persist,
and the never settling compass was just allowing two souls to coexist
outside the cliche's of the world on the shelf
and I wouldn't have asked for anything else.
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