From my tortoise eye,
I see,
how everything moves
so desperately.
The passing motions of a tireless regime,
moving by me,
without a mere glance
This helpless feeling.
Like a soldier on a beach,
barely breathing.
Vesuvius over Pompeii,
frozen and sealing,
the motions and dreaming
of a couple intervening,
How it must be,
to have that helpless feeling.
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