Even Slower

EVEN SLOWER

Slow up the snail, it is not a slug.

The pellet of time for everyone
Vanishes too fast in dear dwellings.
To walk through and be the walk,
To talk about and be the talk,
To smile at and see the smile,
To love deep and feel the love,
Slow down, dire speed.

The chords of the undulating life
Takes us to fancy crossroads.
To sleeve up the secret hug,
In the alluring all-colour,alley
And to bite and chew separately
At an unknown phrase of fun.
Seed it and wait its growth to see you.

The carved out hunger for change
Is the carcass of an old life-form.
To feed the baby as a mother does,
To glide the shadow as the moon pass,
We are to find a pause, and look in,
Not to convey, but to reach the stillness.
The final entropy of All.