Time Trials [AIU Spring Festival]

The void is not black, it is white This is not about race, it's about time trials ; and it's time When unamused... when not bemused... When drifting without anchors to forge Without forges to light, without trails to blaze Space is gazed into for longer when done twice The margin of error widens dramatically [Glitch FX] If my voice could vomit, I could see the words... But I've had years to digest, for my gests to die And the time for pulling it out has long passed The cursed become the curser, blinking in curiosity The paragraph is sought but never found Until something else is searched for Breaking a block results in two blocks — And how many can be traveled without being winded? Before being blown away? Before the run has gone on for too long... Before. The stream of consciousness drowns so many And yet dries up so easily... it's extreme When the same stream is used to write names in the snow Used to write in the void — the white void Why seek the void after having fled it for hours? Hours is to run before we walk To walk before we crawl To crawl before we die To die before we bleach The void is not white, it is black This isn't about skin, not about kin too long lost to ken This is about flesh... or insight... About bones... or contention To drown is to lack air, to cease being air's lackey To exult in life through its failure! With all there is to drown in, how then to drown in no thing? In the space between spaces... The blanks unfilled, unfired, underlined Unfair to breathe Unflattered to climb Unfinished to store the tools to use... To morrow