On the island the men talk.
Talk weather, talk money, talk wars,
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
so it does
and they ask, in the talk talk talk
will it last.
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