You washed it in the river
I took the photograph
I left the black stone
Which I had put down
So that I could capture
The waves breaking
This broke
My train of thought
I stumbled down the bank
For a while
The camera stopped working
It too was broken
The spillages
The displacements
The mispronounced words
The ill judged physical movements
They all happen now more often
Is it life speeding up
Or is it life slowing down
Is it the coincidence
Of speeding up
While trying to slow down
Is it, is it
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