A slow drumming of fingers
On an oak desk top.

A slow humming of a helmet
Over the ears of LEPrecons.

A slow beating of a heart
In the chest of a giant.

A slow coming to see
That something more will be realized.

Slow, perilous introspection
Via the Foul tradition.

Breaking a habit often requires
The breaking of a few minds,
And in this case,
A few bones.