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Slow Loris

  • mclaspires
  • Apr 20
  • 1 min read

I see them


—creeping through branches



they know the world



the world’s best-kept





secret.


Velvet paws,

eyes wide


galaxies.


move time itself


bends

to their will,



slow


deliberate



venomous elbows.


Nature threw that in just for the fun of it.



They’re pollinators,

seed spreaders,


ecosystems alive

I watch, did I just giggle?


They blink


they’re in tune with some

cosmic beat,


I already mastered that rhythm.

I’d move like them too, if I wasn’t too busy



blazing

and trialed.

 
 
 

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