Short Oracle
On fragmentent and divided attention
We have been feeding on post-its
Short bits of fragmented stories
thin reminders where nourishment once lived.
Fast food fills the mouth, not the marrow.
It quiets hunger without guiding the body.
Hollow and severed attention
Scattered
Breaking apart
Broken stories
cut small, made portable, stripped of soil.
The long meanders were exiled,
sent away for being slow,
for refusing straight lines.
Demanding fast completion,
Swift closure
And rapid delivery
Silenced the deep time tongues
Eroding
Meaning thins.
Memory loosens.
The ground forgets its curves.
What lacks nutrients cannot hold time.
Return to slow stories,
to food that takes a season,
to paths that wander back on themselves.