Quick, baby, make haste.
Before this world stops turning,
give me one more taste.
...
Dear, please hurry up.
I can sense the crumbling earth,
grant me one last touch.

-a.r.r.

Universe transcend.
Everything around us stops.
Time is meaningless.
...
We outrun the world.
Leaves of grass fall fast behind.
Nothing can catch us.
...
We are everything.
Pushing inward and outward,
Yes, we contradict.
...
Perfect sense we make.
Ebbs and flows create rhythm,
Swelling energy.
...
Blue-green entropy.
Raging waters crash to shore.
We are the tide in.
...
The water recedes.
Teal tattoos left upon sand.
We are the tide out.
...