I look for delimitation to freeze the moment for close examination of the quantum fluctuations. It gives me weird vibrations, as if it'd known me before, so I ask it for more, and it gives me the finger. Patience is not something I can afford. Pushed along these narrow streets, in & out of consciousness as the moon sways, and the sun bakes, and the dance keeps go round & round. I've been silly before, I will strive even more. There's no reason, only time. There's no rhyme, save mine.