Unwind
The tension spinning high
A coil of time lashing out beyond your reach

Behind
Every fraction of an inch
It's the matter or the meat that keeps you going

Rumble
Pounding mountains of time
You'll feel each second like a thermonuclear blast

Roaring
The sea of entropy boils
And your line is snapping, cutting your hand...
 
 
[Copyright 1995 by author, Jeff C. Mercer]