When time slows down

We may shiver with cold

And freeze solid

as gears lock up

for eternity

A chain of events

Screeches to a halt

And we collect our thoughts

Yesterday lurches forward

Memories greasing

Our mental machinery

As pistons of today begin to fire

Over and over

Clockwork processing

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Meaningless measures of wealth

glistened like icicles

They no longer exist

We won’t put faith in material possessions

that have no actual value in life

besides fulfilling a fleeting fancy

and then creating scenery

that keeps us company

as if to distract us while others suffer

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I cherish my scenery

I love my wasteful hours

until I think of them as such

We all need rest and comfort,

Cool things

With balance we can make more effort

to be the difference,

especially if that’s how we make a living

We all should do that.

Today? Lazy Poetry/prose?

Tweets.  Peace

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