A scientist a golden agenImpending finitude of progression madenAnd the doom of knowing knowing's limitsnThat they could come any daynA selfish wish apply a brakenSlow the with which we fill up the pagenCause the closing of the covers colors life in inescapable graynWe have found once the friction is liftednInertia becomes our sworn enemynnSo we fight for lifenWith the limits out our reachnWe implore the skynTo unfurl past infinitynSo dies safetynWe didn't need itnIt just killed what we loved anywaynnA picket fence a quiet streetnAnother mile from the siren's ringingnIs a polished politician's promise prior to the poll's openingnThe losing of identitynEndless acres paved with homogenynThe parking lots and buildings block the bloodnTill it all becomes numbingnWe have castrated cost and convictionnOur pallets pallid with separated paintnSo we fight...nnAll we loved we cannot hold for longnThe waves that collide they double in sizenAre perceived from the pier by four adjusted eyesnThat had widened in time in the darkness of nightnBut the energy augmented soon must subsidenIt was gone in that moment we tried to hold tight