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