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They are sea-eyed & their calm is the deep calm of deep time, the cold calm of cold time, & their closeness is old as ocean & their motion as ancient as wave. Time to them is not deep, not deep at all, for time is only ever overlapping tumbling versions of the now. THEY THEY THEY They can recite the colour phases of ice as it ages & deepens from white flake to black star, though not in words we would understand. The grammar-gather over millennia. Time to them is not deep, not deep at all, for time is only ever overlapping tumbling versions of the now. THEY THEY THEY …have the patience of granite & the speed of starlight, held in the hand for a minute & for longer in the heart. All that the mind's gravity can hold in shape. Held in the hand for a minute & for longer in the heart. Time to them is not deep, not deep at all Time to them is not deep, not deep at all THEY THEY THEY