Who Turned The Key, Re-Adjusting Poem by james watkin
Who Turned The Key, Re-Adjusting
Who turned the key, re-adjusting
In a man's rate of step
For his daily haste, locked onto
What's set at grinding pep.
This overrode what inbuilt need
It was the true maker's
More human intent; listened
In on through 'time-waster's'
Reflective silences, bright-pooled
For feeling's depths, boiling;
And quiet admiring, throughout;
Sunned in; no winds despoiling.
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