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