On the island the men talk.

Talk weather, talk money, talk wars,
they talk.

Crated time:
a year, split-seconds pass

quick as an eyelid blinking off a gnat,
slow as a palm over velvet.

Words and words
disassemble / reassemble.

Why a torch or tablet to begin with
but that meaning

will grow in it, someone meant it to mean
and instilled

so it does
and they ask, in the talk talk talk

will it last.

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