low and slow

a poem, so you don't forget who we are. like the ever slow moving rocks, we too move. slowly, but surely.

credit: Jason Reznick.

I want to hum low and slow underneath your fear's core,

too dull to hear until the clock chimes too late...

Bless it

and the Earth crumbled magma core at my feet.

I am what is left, 

you fool.