Are These Words Worth-y?

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There is a
Pleasant sort of stillness here
Even with the rush of green
The streak
The smear of leaves
Upon the glass

There is a kind of calm
In the shell white morning
In the pale early hours of the day

Within my chest
It is much the same
The silent, flooding feeling
Is much the same

Yes, there is a slow, tranquil drifting here
Despite how we wedge quickly
Through the space from here to there
Despite the slicing speed
That the cuts into the time
(That cuts into the time)
That cuts the time in two