Glacial Circuit Meows

Time is dripping backward down the kitchen wall,

We haven't moved an inch since the early fall.

Tomatoes ripening into glowing little spheres,

While we stare at static for a hundred years.

Purple eyeshadow dusting the ambient haze,

Lost in a beautifully complicated maze.

Skechers floating softly on a heavy tide,

Nowhere else to wander,

nowhere left to hide.

Keep it slow, keep it strange,

let the tempo decay!

We’ve got eternity to waste today!

Drifting through the glitches in a velvet trance,

Refusing every rigid, ordinary dance.

With a

sluggish pulse and a weird point of view,

Completely frozen, completely Tiguidou.

Absolute minimal bpm. Absolute strange sovereignty.

Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the wonderfully

glacial crew.