Weaving and whispers,
She called to him.
Uniformity and catastrophe,
He answered the calling.
Monochrome in a technicolour dream,
Abstracting and expunging distractions from what it seems,
Liquid light bends around the corners,
Liquid swords playing in the car next door.
Pushing back when shoved forward,
Momentum carries it forward and inertia makes it stick.
Mass and volume builds up speed,
Push the plunger all the way down for some speed.
Erratic Behaviour
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