When things happen fast,
Slow down, take a pause.
Let go of auto drive,
It was you, unthinking, not you.
These walking soldiers?
They will march on.
That clock besides you?
It will flicker by.
Give space, make way,
All movement beware.
Statued remain.
There is beauty in this time,
Where everything stops.
The rush, the storm -
All gone.
It's time to elope,
With time.
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