clip started from the endnnnow we frantically rewindnnthe brain pulses to show usnnthat this is not more than a state;nna dream inside many wave lapsesnnthat string along the measurennyielding for no onenngrafted skin over years of decaynnand it’s expected to healnnnnwhich points are start and end?nnit feels we’re traveling in rewindnnthe brain sputters and suddenly knowsnnthis is all just staying awakennbut they react as if something’s wielding thoughts for usnnthe frame is not still, but moving for a purposennnngrafted skin starts to swallow decaynnand the excess doesn’t feel the powernnof standing on the edge of thinking or doingnnwill we act before it’s too late?nnnnit’s learning how to waitnnwhat we want has to come in patient hoursnnthe world’s not in flat linesnnso what makes us think in nothing more?nnno use if you live paralyzednnit’s for the takingnnpulse of color can be injectednnnnand now we standnnon the edge of thinking or doingnnwill we act before it’s too late?nnit’s learning how to waitnnwhat we want has to come in patient hoursnnthe world’s not in flat linesnnso what makes us think in nothing more?nnso wait for the off season calmnnand embrace the days between heightsnnlooking up in descent only lures he head into false securitynnwe are caughtn