Slow-Drip Mosaic

{vinyl crackle

and slow

smoky jazz

trumpet

entering, delayed double-bass slides building tension}

Caught us slipping, did you?

Laughing in the dark,

Sharing gossip while we stroll right through the park.

Oigan, por favor, we never missed a beat,

Just resting our scuffed Skechers on the velvet seat!

The tea is getting cold,

the narrative advances,

We don't follow rules,

we make up our own dances.

Purple eyeshadow catching the dim pub light,

We’re looking devastatingly wrong and right!

{breath y female vocal harmonies}

Love y'all, mean it,

keeping up the pace,

Staring the whole simulation right in the face!

With a

tomato sandwich and a slow-motion stride,

We’ve got the entire multiverse on our side.

No rush to judgment,

no schedule to view,

Taking our sweet time being completely Tiguidou.

(luxurious

bass drop)

Absolute narrative momentum. Absolute affectionate chaos.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the chronically late,

brilliantly hyper-tuned crew. {teaspoon clink fading into endless warm

drone,

muffled giggling} {stretched to infinity}