Cyclades

they often say hair and fingernails grow longer when one is happily relaxed they often say hair and fingernails grow longer when one is lifelessly dead my breathing has gone from a shallow yawn to something short of a sigh once i stayed on an isle and a mirrorless summer simmered passing by my heart pacer taking time as fast as the mules taking mail to the cliff topped town of Thira a turtle vs snail race sitting in a cafe sipping a frappe an hour into drinking when someone's sound broke my silence asking how long i'd grown my beard thoughts in Greek and English speech which of these let me take you down to Elysium's Fields