slow metabolic,
typographical and stolid.
"Baby, how fast you've moved!"
No, darlings, for I've only roughed the math--
started at the end of the scale, slid blindly to the other side,
and landed now at equilibrium point. The porridge is not too hot,
and I'll be never too cold.
Moments of boredom are the key,
moments of boredom our enemy.
And these shall we overcome,
then all we shall overcome.
and were I a slingshot, I'd carry the weight of the world,
hunched elastic.
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