Apeiron
Time sets purpose forth to document decay.
Dripping with the warmth of breath gives sweet embrace.
Take an accident, hold it in your hands, send it toward the clouds and watch it blow away.
Stillness is proof of flow unending.
Given thought, the clock will go unquestioned.
So take your time until time takes you.
Only measured with a pulse that ticks through veins.
You'll find in time, that time holds no straight lines.
We find our time, in time we touch divine.
The end lets the parts coalesce.
Beginning keeps the pace of progress.
Find me at the bottom, we will meet and know it's one.
We greet the vast demise to let the whole survive.
The rhythm of the rise gives neither pause nor pride.
A moment lost inside, a feeling so divided.
We aim to measure size between the world and eyes.
Every reaction receives a counterpoint which gave causality.
Lifetimes are spent in thoughts that can't be touched.
Meeting ourselves within dreams, caught between madness and serenity.
Even the blink of an eye catches sight, if we simply learn to see.
With the softest breath of wings, a butterfly gives birth to hurricanes.