Dead Slow
properties - elastic, one by one I see'em
those who volunteer always take the fall
it's the only way to feel, only way to free'em!
my desires like wires, impulses - flowing
restoring bits of arcane, innovating and growing
mixing, adjusting, editing, pushing
exploding, denying, by the head swooshing!
hiding the truth, exposing the lying,
unwritten and read, flying, undying!
I stand there, snow... no mention of wind
lights on the shore, stoic and focused
something unusual is stirring within
white on the water, this snow is like locust -
covering me, the crew and the metal
physical strength, spirits and mental
peace is phasing itself on the throne
through ages, commanding voice well-honed:
'all hands, prepare to row!!!....'
Standing mortally still, I move ahead
dead slow...
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