She spread her wings like an eagle set to flight
On her take on how high to soar, every height leaves the thirst of something more
And her candles never go off as her pastimes is soaring in turbulent winds
Those who know the proof of their history
Can solve the problem of time
Nothing freezes time into a block like 400 milliseconds flash on a SOL bar
While you warm-up, brownian motion would compress its state
In her arms, every square inch of skin is a welcoming ocean in a desert
She allows you make copies of yourself in parallel time
You, her superhuman, will do many things at once to keep up with her
Yet, her patience is what consumes you with peace and purpose
Relishing the journey as you pursue the outcome.
Every time you try, you find you are not emptying yourself into nothingness