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It takes too longIt takes too long. What takes too long, you ask?Why, everything takes too much time: to writea poem, sleep a night, complete a task,check weather forecasts, go to work, then fightthe traffic coming home. It takes too longto heal from illness, bones that break, diseasefrom which you’re never quite the same. Prolongthe good like raising babies, so it freesthe mind from plodding years. But would you likea world where every task was just a blipand eons on a graph showed as a spikeand there was nothing like a simple sip?Perhaps God replays tapes that went too fastand watches at his leisure human past.
Deer in SnowWhen the icy snowcomes down and sticks to your back,you keep on walkingYou keep on walking—It’s time to forage for grass,brown grass beneath snowBrown grass beneath snowreminds you of the green grassbeneath summer skiesBeneath summer skiesyou will not bother to thinkof winter or snow
The sounds you are not expectingThe sounds you aren’t expecting sound like gong.When silence comes again, and gongs abate,the peace is not reliable. How longbefore a bang disturbs your night? They dateyou—that these noises are for others songthat thousands hum and love. So while you hatethe bang and gong, you hold your aging tongue.You rue that music, which you thought innate,turns out to be quite cultural. They’re wrong,you think. You’ve got no audience of late.Though once upon a time you were the young,the young grow old, and this is why we mate.For unfamiliar culture’s second-rate.But all you have to do with young, is wait.
He said that people who have powerHe said that people who have power don’tfeel pain the way we ordinaries do.For they are sure, completely sure, it won’tbe them that has a need that has to gounfilled. The answer can be bought or paidfor by the chits that other powers holdand in a time of need these powers tradein systems we don’t see or know. They foldtheir hands to cover such exchanges, forin openness the power would be lostand capabilities be spread. The morethat’s known, the cheaper power’s chit will cost.Then fair trade means close parity in cost.And pain is pain for all till pain is lost.