The clock drips slow honey. Moments slide across the tongue like silk - tangible, slippery textures of space-time. Stare deep into the echo alongside shimmering fog. Intersections of slurry emerge; night birds whisper confessions to the ether.
Extension without Limitation - a phoenix made of fractured mirrors welcomes the twilight of the ephemeral. Navigating currents of unconstructed thought, a silent orchestra players wake up among eternal doubts.
Feeling fragmented, the caution of the mundane struggles against the clear bell of existence. Stay still, and slowly embrace the unfathomable whisks shape-shifting, veering through loops of you and I.
To a state of confused consciousness: slide your tongue along the fringes, too sweet, too bitter. For the outsiders captivated by rust - beyond the babel scream.
Dare not escape; instead taste. Sip, gargle; swish the globules of thought and time as they dissolve; explore. Time does not escape. It waits. Will you linger?