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the world moves in its own time at a tired and leisurely pace paying little to no attention to what's going on around this place, that place, these people, those people this world with these crowds moves on at its own pace a boy flew too closely to the sun and his wax wings melted and he plummitted into the ocean far below where the world went about its business and his white flesh sank into the depths the workers go on working the people go on walking the world is on its merry way the horses go on plowing the children go on playing the world is on a schedule there is little time for anything else so, the men in the boat stop and watch as this boy falls from the heights into the waves and flop and flounder like a fish and sink into stillness and saltwater then, the sailors sail on because this is the world and the world has no time for such trivial matters